"Here and there. I've traveled a lot, but Carol--if you think my aunt Brill is bossy, you should meet Carol, Lordee, I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm five years old, maybe?--she has some of them and is getting them together for me to bring here." Carol was, in essence, his PR woman and the boss of him, as he usually put it. Moreso than even the band's agent, in many ways, since she scheduled everything for him, did everything, and pretty much treated him like a five year old boy with a snotty nose, which just made him laugh and pout and act like a five year old sometimes. He chattered easily, hoping he wasn't talking her ear off. Once he was comfortable with someone or at least with a situation--he was getting to know her a bit now, and he hoped to at least have a friend around here soon--he came a bit out of the quieter shell he often inhabited.
"I do write some at times," he said, and it was no lie. "You've more than likely heard my stuff a time or two. Wrote a few songs that had chart hits." And not all No Reservations' songs either. He'd written for other people as well. "I don't watch much TV either. Until recently I didn't have much time for it."