I just pay attention to what's in my head. That's my number-one rule.

You travel with the hope that something unexpected will happen. It has to do with enjoying being lost and figuring it out and the satisfaction. I always get a little disappointed when I know too well where I’m going, or when I’ve lived in a place so long that there’s no chance I could possibly get lost.

There's been this perception that Europeans still hold on to, that they discover the real talented ones in American culture and give them proper credit and that's not true anymore - it used to be. A lot of jazz musicians would get respect in Europe.

I didn't have the patience for the research, or anything like that. I just like how it sets the imagination off. It's just an area that's very fertile for great words. Great metaphors, potentially.

The first notes I still play when I start a sound check are classical. Those are my roots.

The earth almost looks like it's packed down and dense from so many feet treading over it.

I still kind of believe this absurd line that if you have to write it down, it's not worth remembering.