I think the only thing that we even have a small tangent of reality or truth about is right now - the moment that is happening right this second. Everything else is up for grabs.

Sold my soul to the devil / for nice penmanship. / Now I write real pretty / but I'm starting to regret it.

I think the future and the past are equally hypothetical.

I grew up with a rotary phone in my house and that seems a world away, but that's what I was used to as a kid. So now things seem complicated to me, but to kids born right now, they don't feel complicated.

I had a rule that I would never force the muse in my younger days. I would follow the feeling. I would just put the pen down and walk away, and wait for it to come back. But these days, I have a kid, I tour a lot, and I'm always short on time.

When you ask my three year old if my iPhone is too complicated, it's not. It's all relative.

I think it's important to accept all the ways that we're absurdly lucky. I'm a white male from a safe city in a wealthy country.