know. Exactly. To me, it’s interesting. At times, you have to be thick-skinned. Because even the people close to you that you talk with every day or every other day, the bandmates or manager or whatever, everybody’s kind of a critic. I got a text from my ex-girlfriend (editor's note: Winona Ryder!) last night that said something to the effect of, ‘I heard you talked about me at the Melvins’ show, do you still love me?’ And I was like, ‘What is she talking about?!’ And I’m like, oh yeah, that guy came up to the front of the stage and said, ‘I was at another show and you said your girlfriend didn’t like Monochrome, blah blah blah,’ and he was all mad, because Helmet fans are so possessive, and I was like, ‘Oh, that’s right! I forgot about that!’ Because I thought it was funny. I always give her a hard time, jokingly, about it. And she said something like, ‘Fuck him!’ This was the girl that I dated at the time who didn’t like the record because it didn’t sound like her favorite song on Aftertaste, or her favorite song on even Size Matters, which was two years before. Sorry, 18 months earlier. Tab