Another Elvis will not come along. He got wasted, but it's alright.

All you needed was a couple of instruments and a few chords and you could be on an indie label.

I can't tell one from the other:I find you or you find me?There was a time before we were born If someone asks, this is where I'll be.

I don't like begging money from producers.

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.

Do I wear a helmet? Ugh. I do when I'm riding through a precarious part of town, meaning Midtown traffic. But when I'm riding on secure protected lanes or on the paths that run along the Hudson or through Central Park - no, I don't wear the dreaded helmet then.

London's tempo is 122.86 beats per minute.