Jayson Musson: This skeleton of a guiding light structure allows tonal fluctuations between the overtly educational and the ridiculous.
Skrillex: The crossover of culture. You get into it. It’s explosive, but still restrained.
Musson: All of the above. You’re right, though.
Skrillex: I never got security guards.
Musson: Damn, my man’s quoting Sinéad O’Connor out here.
Skrillex: Sometimes with my fashion, I’ll wear other shit, but then I’ll go back to black everything—it feels comfortable and not too thought out.
Musson: I also privately refer to it as a drug dealer’s armchair.
Skrillex: Maybe it’s because I saw money before—this shit wasn’t new to me, you know?
Musson: But when an actor introduces elements of a character you never knew you wanted, that’s a real gift.
Skrillex: I don’t know. I have no fucking idea.
Musson: He’s completely delusional about his cultural importance, to the point of being pitiable. He has the most fun.
Skrillex: I guess he was toxic to people back then, but to me, he was just a kid who was going through a lot of shit.
Musson: Living for the moment. Perpetually wasted at some club.
Skrillex: The whole world doesn’t know what to do—including the financial stuff, including the money, including the radio stations.
Musson: Things had been very nebulous. Clarity is key.