A highly artistic man, during this period Rob wrote hundreds upon hundreds of poems. Sometimes he would consult and collaborate with me, but there would never have been time for us to work on them all, such was his outpouring.
The poems were expressions of Rob’s varying state of mind – sometimes lucid, sometimes confused, always brilliant – and constitute a very honest portrayal of what it was like for him to suffer the illness in those years.
Now, years later, I'm here with these poems again. Looking through them, searching for those to include in the HOAX Psychosis Blues, the ones that will tell faithfully yet beautifully this poignant tale. It's so very sad, to read them again knowing what Iater happened: with their whispers and hints, their gentle screams. They fill me with regret. With anxious wishes that can never come true.
Rob committed suicide in May 2008, aged 31 years.
I didn't really set out to create a tribute to him with HOAX, I'm just so moved by his words that I'm compelled to work with them. I always knew that I would - it's just taken me awhile to reach a place in my head and heart where I could.