Cigarettes And Coffee, Man, That's A Combination.

My Mom Was A Saint. She Taught Me To Be Terminally Nice.

I Was Who I Was In High School In Accordance With The Rules Of Conduct For A Normal Person, Like Obeying Your Mom And Dad. Then I Got Out Of High School And Moved Out Of The House, And I Just Started, For Lack Of A Better Term, Running Free.

I Stayed In L.a. Long Enough To Get On My Feet, And Then I Moved Back To New York. The Reason I Moved Here Was That I Don't Feel Warm Outside Of A City; It's Too Barren In The Suburbs, And L.a. Is A Suburb. Here, It Felt Active.

I Have No Idea Why A Guy Would Bring A Jar Of Peanut Butter To A Concert.

I Thought That If I Practiced Doing Melodies For A Year Or So At Home, I Would Learn To Think Melodically, And When I Went To Work It Would Come Out, And It Did, On This Album. What Else Was Important To Me...? I Spend A Lot Of Time In The Grocery Store, Shopping.