If the melody is telling me this is what the song is about, then I'm sort of forced into confession, autobiography or fantasy. If I don't do that, I've hamstrung the melody.

Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere

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.

Notes don't make music until you learn to insert silence between them.

I feel like a quote out of context, withholding the rest so I can be for you what you want to see.

The press is like any business. Its a group of really intelligent individuals that ends up being one slathering, one-eyed, drooling monster.

My job is to be some sort of music/lyric psychic, to figure out that that's the right song to not fight the lyric.