This ain't no party, this ain't no disco, this ain't no fooling around.

I wave to the double-decker buses from my bike, but the passengers never wave back. Why? Am I not an attraction?

We've gone through the urban renewal cycle in the '60s and '70s that really did a lot of damage to the fabric of urban life - neighborhoods bulldozed and highways pushed through, and all that kind of stuff that really destroyed the kind of social underpinning and the kind of mom and pop stores and all the stuff that makes a community viable.

I still feel like if I can get a song to work with, say, a basic beat, a rhythm, some chord changes, and a melody, a vocal melody - if it works with that, then I feel it's written and there's something there. So I intentionally don't get involved with arranging stuff or fussing over the sounds and the edits and the beats too much, at least not in the beginning, because I feel like then you can fool yourself that you've got something there, when you might not.

Obviously, you go through a lot of emotional turmoil in a divorce.

I'm afraid that reason will triumph and that the world will become a place where anyone who doesn't fit that will become unnecessary

That's the thing about pictures: they seduce you.