Interview with Greg Dulli • Musician

SM: If you could send a postcard to heaven with a guarantee of reply, what message would you send?

GD: If we are to achieve all that you wish us to, perhaps a return engagement and a refresher course is necessary to remind us of how we may live together peacefully and with a kindness that is sorely lacking. With the techno- logical advances of our elementary species and your general omnipotence, I think you would find it a strong investment in your experiment.
Hit me back-

ps- the sunsets in California have been fantastic.

SM: How do you feel most days, just walking down the street?

GD: Once I get the agoraphobia in check, I feel cool and confident.

SM: Barring the answer Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall, what season is passing in your life right now?

GD: The season of skeptical innocence and wide-eyed revelation.

SM: What do you think strangers hear when they hear your voice for the first time?

GD: The sound of a phonetic Cadillac purring, albeit with pitch and key issues.

SM: Please describe an impressionable moment from adolescence.

GD: Once, when I was around 10 years old, I was record shopping at a small department store in Hamilton, Ohio. There were about 5 people in the store, besides myself, among them an older black man. After a time, a man and his son walked in. within moments, the boy exclaimed; “look daddy, there’s a nigger!” there was a hush as the man grabbed his kid and got him out of the store. The black man closed his eyes softly and when he opened them, I saw a sadness I had never seen before.
Shortly thereafter, he too, left the store. I followed him outside and approached him to tell him I was sorry and that we weren’t all like that.
He smiled at me and said nothing, but put his hand on my cheek and looked past me, then at me again and walked away. When I think back to this time, I hope the man and the son were affected the same way the rest of us were, but I doubt it.

SM: When was the last time you were drawn to an unusual building?

GD: I was in Barcelona this past December, and I explored temple expiatori de la sagrada familia for the second time. For those who don’t know, it is the ongoing construction of the house of the divine and it is the finest example of the spirit and power of the species that I have ever seen.
its creator, Antoni Gaudi, said it best; “The Temple grows slowly, but this has always been the case with everything destined to have a long life. Hundred-year-old oak trees take many years to grow tall; on the other hand, reeds grow quickly, but in autumn the wind knocks them down and there is no more to be said”

SM: What have you been waiting for all this time?

GD: My royalty checks.

SM: What feature do you like best about your hands?

GD: That they work.

SM: When was the last time you noticed the sound of your own breathing?

GD: Every time I walk up the 66 steps to my house.

SM: Please compose a brief poem or haiku on the subject of your choosing.

GD: Each time I walk up the steps to my house
Sixty-six breaths disappear from my mouth
If I stopped smoking, then where would I be?
Alone in the dark or my grave, longingly-