Is it not first through the voice that one becomes animal?
I wrote from the time I was four. It was my way of screaming and yelling, the primal scream. I wrote like a junkie, I had to have my daily fix.
The whole world has gone back to something we are genetically engineered to do - communicating through symbols.
I wish I could find people who just would fight me and break through to me and hold me down and scream their life into my face.
The human voice: mysterious, spontaneous, primal. For me, the human voice is the vessel on which all emotions travel - except perhaps jealousy. And the breath, the breath is the captain of that vessel.
Poetry endures when it possesses passionate and primally sincere clarity in the service of articulating universal human concerns.
Emphasis on the common emotive or affective origins of music and words in the first cries of humankind undermines words.
Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses.
I am not a person who yells at all, but I realized that I have always felt so good after doing the Tarzan yell, after doing Charo, or screaming as Eunice.
Painting and tattooing the body is a return to animalism.
Rock... is the expression of elemental passions... In the ecstasy of having all their defenses torn down, the participants sink, as it were, beneath the elemental force of the universe.
The expressive body is not literal; it's very primal, and that's what I feel when I make the best of my work. It's coming from a primal place rather than an intellectual place.
Music is probably one of the most honest things out there - it's feral.
The cavemen, when they saw the antelopes, they had to scratch them on to the caves because they needed to express the immediacy of what they were being affected by - and I love that. That is why I do what I do. I need to express myself.
Music is primal: when it's done without pretension, you can really feel the shape of someone's soul.
