The anti-aging advert that I would like to see is a baby covered in cream saying, 'Aah, I've used too much'

Sometimes I just think we're not meant to fly halfway around the world in a day. That some kind of mutation is going to happen.

The real drag is trying to fly from country to country, day of show, with all your gear. You get hassled all the time. It's hard trying to keep it together.

Sometimes I think I don't have much choice in the matter. It's just what happens, and I'm following my instincts the whole time.

Pretty much any given day, barring some major distraction, I get melodies coming to me. Lyrics don't come quite as easily. So I've been inventing little projects and challenges to sort of kick my ass with the lyrics.

No, it's not dissatisfaction that inspires me to tinker with my songs, it's just restlessness.

There's kind of this unequaled thrill of playing a half-finished song, it's kind of sense of slight embarrassment; like you're blushing. I like doing that. I did that with "Eyeoneye" and it was almost a curse on the song for a while; I debuted it when it was half-finished in a very public way