My wife listens to pop music. That song “Thrift Shop” and “Say Something I’m Letting Go”. Tune into any pop-station.

I love her. I love her with a passion. And so that’s why I tolerate the pop music. Sometimes I even bob my head to it.

But when we write I always plug into my own music.

I listen to death metal, doom metal, gothic, gothabilliy, and punk music. Some of my favorites are: Cannibal Corpse, Slayer, Fields Of Nephilim, Zombie Ghost Train, The Misfits, Calabrese, Biohazard, Raymones . . .

But like I said, I still love her . . .

Somehow we combine together as husband and wife and co-author books together. I bring a lot of extreme content to the mix and she tells me when I need to go sit in the corner while she does damage control.

She told me once, “You’re the artist. I’m just tagging along.” But she’s contributed a lot of the ideas to our stories. I like to think of it as me pushing the envelope and Lita licking it closed.

That’s why we make such a great pair - as husband and wife and as co-authors.

I start some weird shit and and she tries her damn best at making sense of it before releasing it to the public.