“I’ve had a lot of human input—I get peopled a lot, but I’m not a people person,” said Henry Rollins, the punk philosopher who’s been attracting fans with his brand of unabashedly loud and clear-eyed bluntness since his days as the lead singer of Black Flag.

The 54-year-old has spent three and a half decades filtering his perspective on the human experience through a varied career as a musician, spoken word artist, radio host, TV host, globetrotter, activist, columnist, and actor. He’s been “peopled” so much, as he puts it, that fans tend to see him as the confessor of their sins.

“People have confessed murders to me,” he told The Daily Beast on a recent morning in Los Angeles, hours after hopping a plane from New York City. “They’ve confessed war crimes to me. I have it in writing. You’re like, ‘OK….’ I don’t know what to say. I’m not a doctor.”

Maybe its Rollins’s frankness, his everyman openness, the impassioned sense of curiosity he clearly has for the world and its inhabitants. His is a measured inquisitiveness that comes through in his radio shows, in his politically-leaning LA Weekly column (“Let’s invade Canada!” he suggested in a recent piece), in the explorer’s spirit on display as the host of several National Geographic documentaries.

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