Dynamic benign neglect.

Sometimes the magic works and sometimes it doesn't.

What if all tomorrow brings is ashes and glass, and I can't tell you child, 'this too shall pass.' If all the world were windswept, cold and gray. And in the end there's nothing left to say.

More fun than a frog in a glass of milk.

Sometimes it's a huge amble, where you're just on top, on the lid, and it's not going anywhere, and sometimes you walk on the stage and from the first note, the afterburner kicks in and you can't stop it.

We wanted to establish a new fan base over here. And second, we wanted to challenge ourselves. We wanted to bring what is ostensibly new music to fresh ears and see what lights them up.

The roughest part for me when I'm writing a song is staring at a blank page. Where am I going from here? If you're a songwriter, you have to do that every time you start a song.