I want at least five kids. I want twins.
I have a brother I love dearly, although we’re not twins! I’m ten years older than he is, so I sometimes feel like his second mother.
My sister Tala has twins, and they’re wonderful.
My mom had no idea she was having twins.
Truthfully, we don’t want my Weezer affiliation to have any bearing on whether someone likes us or not. It’s an entirely different thing. The Space Twins have our own chemistry.
When I was thinking of people for the Space Twins, I wanted people who were sort of space cadets in the first place. I consider myself to be one.
The States doesn’t think much about Canada, but we’re attached. We’re like Siamese twins. We can’t do things – you can’t roll over in the American bed without waking up the Canadians. It matters.
I am the father of twin sons that were born in Philadelphia at Pennsylvania Hospital in 1983. They were 13 weeks premature. Gerry weighed 1 pound 14 ounces, and Zachary 1 pound 11 ounces. They were the first male twins to ever survive at Pennsylvania Hospital.
I studied music at school and played the recorder. Later in life music was a great way of supplementing my income because I was paid really badly as a young chef. Luckily an old friend – we did music at school together – and I formed a duo, The Calypso Beat, which later became the Calypso Twins.
Ever since we were little – and this goes from when we were babies through high school – everyone always said, ‘The twins are so entertaining. Just sit down with them for five minutes, and you will see so much happen. They will fight, they will laugh, they will love each other, and then they will tell each other off.’
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