You Can't Really Control How People Hear

With A Song, It Only Takes A Couple Of Minutes To Go Back To The Beginning And Try It Again To See If It Works. The Novel Freaks Me Out Because, What If You Get Into The Eighth Chapter And Think, 'let's Go To The Top And See If This Works Again? It's Going To Take Me Three Weeks.' I'm In Awe Of That.

I'm Definitely An Anomaly, But I'm Making Things. They're Selling, Say, Martinis, And I'm Kind Of Making Vintage Riesling. People Aren't Going To Sit There Very Often, Not Your Average Public, And Your Average Music-business Monster Is Not Going To Take The Time To Notice The Overtones And The Undertones Inside The Flavor. They'd Rather Just Have The Martini.

The Less I Talk In Bars, Write Emails, Express Myself In An Emotionally Lewd Way Outside Of My Songwriting, The More I Have To Do It Through My Music.

Because I Write Very Simply, But Inside The Simplicity, There's A Lot Of Subtlety. That's What I'm Proud Of.

It's A Tough Thing To Know That When You're Making Your Album, You're Going To End Up Collaborating With, Say, Wal-mart, On Your Artwork. That Just Sucks. And The Pressure Behind Getting The Numbers Real Fast Is, To Me, Dizzying.