It Takes Me Probably About Four Hours

Miami Is Just Really Fun Whenever I Go There. It's Like This Post-apocalyptic Barbie World: Everything Is Pink, And There're Palm Trees Everywhere. But Then There Are Also All These People In Crazy Sunglasses, Warehouses With Sick Parties Where All The Girls Are Covered In Spikes And Black Leather. It's A Very Weird Place.

I'm So Sick Of My Own Music That I Don't Know If I Can Edit Another Video, Which Involves Hundreds Of Hours Of Listening To Your Own Song Again And Again And Again. It Becomes So Grating After A While.

I Can Tell Really Early On In A Painting If I'm Going To Toss It Or Not.

I Would Never Go To A Studio. I Need My Space, You Know What I Mean? I Need To Be Able To Chain Smoke And Pace About, Cry And Like... Spit. Just Make Noise, Make A Huge Mess. I Also Feel Like If I Was Concerned For The Cost Of The Studio - Like, 'this Is Costing 40 Dollars An Hour' - I Wouldn't Be Able To Work.

I'm A Very Unhealthy Person, And Montreal Is Very Cold, And I'm Usually Sick When I'm There.