I Couldn't Talk To People Face To

Music Is Relegated To An Underground, Relatively Obscure Group Of Listeners. It's Partly Because Of The Nature Of The Medium. With A Piece Of Visual Art, You Can Look At Something Ugly, Brutal And In Your Face, But It's Kind Of - There It Is. It Doesn't Take You Over In The Same Way That Putting On The Music At A Certain Volume Does.

I Think Sometimes I Get Carried Away, Like I'm Speaking To An Imaginary Audience Rather Than Just Trying To Figure Something Out For Myself. Ideally, I Try To Balance That - That I'm Asking These Questions Of Myself, How Does This Work, Why Does This Happen, What's Going On Here.

When Things Get So Absurd And So Stupid And So Ridiculous That You Just Can't Bear It, You Cannot Help But Turn Everything Into A Joke.

It Seemed [there Are] Musical Nodes On The Planet Where Cultures Meet And Mix, Sometimes As A Result Of Unfortunate Circumstances, Like Slavery Or Something Else, In Places Like New Orleans And Havana And Brazil. And Those Are Places Where The European Culture And Indigenous Culture And African Culture All Met And Lived Together, And Some New Kind Of Culture And Especially Music Came Out Of That.

There's Still A Feeling That Uncensored Emotions Make A Good Song. They Don't. Pure Emotion Is Just Somebody Screaming At You, Or Crying. It Doesn't Communicate Anything. It Has To Be Mediated With Some Skill And Craft, In Order To Communicate It To A Second, A Third, Or A Fourth Person. That Doesn't Make It Any Less Real. And It Doesn't Make It Any Less True. But It Does Mean That, Yeah, It's The Combination That Makes It Work.