Musically, I Didn't Relate To Berlin. There

There's Something About Live Recordings Now That's Too Hi-fi.

I Just Went To Europe, Spent A Year Traveling, And Then I Came Home With A Finished Album And Said, "hey Everyone I'm Back!" I Gave Everyone Their Lighters From Luxembourg, Gave Them The Postcards From Italy And Rome, Then Said, "hey Look, I Made A Record, Too" And Played It For Them. The General Reaction Was Shock, Because It Was So Different From What They've Known Me To Do.

When I Stopped Touring, It Was Like Trying To Stop A Bullet Train Or A Giant Lead Ball Falling From A 100 Stories Up - It's Momentum And It Doesn't Just Stop. I Drew A Line In The Calendar And Made It A Brick Wall And Just Stopped Dead. There Was No Other Way. It Would've Taken Another 100 Years To Slow Down Slowly. I Had To Let Myself Imagine A Calendar With No Lines; When Every Single Day Is Being Predetermined Six Months In Advance, There's No More Fluidity To Time.

It May Be Years Until The Day My Dreams Will Match Up With My Pay.

Because There's Just So Much In A Day Now, I Keep Writing In Much More Abstract Terms, Like I Don't Try To Write About What Happened Anymore. It Would Be Impossible.