When You First Start Off, You See

I Keep Moving Through Time And Time Keeps Moving Through Me. And Through That Process, Life Takes Shape. The Question Is What Shape It Is. I'm Not The First Person To Ask That Question, Or To See How Absurd It Is To Think There's A Real Answer. Maybe Life's A Circle.

In The 2000s, I Became An Artist. I Started Preserving And Educating. I Became More Obsessed With Making Ipod Playlists For People.

I Feel Like The Downfall Of Any Person Is The Second An Artist Starts Celebrating Their Work Themselves, That Becomes Problematic. And You Know, I Don't Sit There, I Don't Bask In The Awards I've Won, You Know, Read My Bank Statements, I Refuse. To Me, That's How You Start Losing The Hunger. So For Me Personally, I Just Don't Celebrate It. I'm Happy, Right Now.

Funk Never Dies. It Is Eternal. It Just Smells A Little Different From Time To Time.

Classical Music Requires An Immense Amount Of Concentration, And I Don't Know If I Would've Been That Committed To That Particular Life.