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Still, Jackson's wary of some of the things he sees in local clubs. He's especially impatient of introspective, groggy neo-hippie bands that seemed to follow in the wake of Dead Hot Workshop's success.
"I don't like shoe-gazers," he says. "I like people who make things move. I hate pot-smokers. I hate marijuana with a passion. I loathe it. I always have." He pauses. "I've had my dealings with drugs, and I'm not crazy about it. It gave me a heart condition which I'm not very fond of. But I've seen the damage it's done to people in the late Seventies/early Eighties. I hung around [ex-Stooges] Ron Asheton and Scott Asheton in Ann Arbor. I idolized them, so I glorified what they were doing. It wasn't until I got older that I realized I was destroying myself."
Indeed, Jackson says his regeneration started when he relocated to Phoenix. He says he's changed in a lot of ways since learning to chill-out in the desert.
"When I moved here, I was really on edge," he says. "Living in downtown Detroit didn't do much for my personality. But living out here, I talk to people now, I crack jokes. It's nice out here where you don't have to always watch your back. You can really get things done without having to cop some poser image of having to be tough.
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