When I read, you know, a rough neighborhood of Portland, I'm like - what? - they didn't have kombucha bars there?

It's weird sometimes to have people not see me or see what I do.

Jazz music just resonates with the frequency of me.

The benefit of the radio is, something beyond your realm of knowledge can surprise you, can enter your realm of knowledge.

There's the juiciest music that makes me so happy, music that I need on that deserted island when I'm stranded for the rest of my life, and nobody cares that it's there.

I did grow up in a rough neighborhood in Portland, which is an abstract concept for anybody who's rolled through Portland because now it looks like a TV set, literally.

It's a pity if someone who has a really profoundly potent art to share chooses not to or doesn't fit into this very thin slice of what's desirable and marketable, chances are the public will never get a chance to hear what they're doing.