After Sleater-Kinney broke up in 2006 I had very little desire to play music. It took well over three years before picking up a guitar meant anything to me other than an exercise.

I'm really drawn to the uncompromising realness of natural process: It's unadorned. It's not very pretty.

I really don't know what to do when my life is not chaotic.

People are wearing fleece, which is a hard fabric to be angry in.

It's so nice to have a band name you don't have to explain.

I think that half of us feel fraudulent in our lives anyway. There's that strange disconnect of not really knowing what we're doing sometimes, or why it matters. It's our existential crisis.

You can't bury a part of yourself that's so innate to who you've been, even if it's not for the sake of anything other than a pure enjoyment of it.