There's something about music that encourages people to want to know more about the person that made it, and where it was recorded, what year it was done, what they were listening to, and all this kind of stuff. There's something that invites all this obsessive behavior.

I've been in beautiful landscapes where one is tempted to whip out a camera and take a picture. I've learned to resist that.

Maybe this is all a bit of a myth, a willful desire to give each place its own unique aura. But doesn't any collective belief eventually become a kind of truth? If enough people act as if something is true, isn't it indeed "true," not objectively, but in the sense that it will determine how they will behave? The myth of unique urban character and unique sensibilities in different cities exists because we want it to exist.

Software constraints are only confining if you use them for what they're intended to be used for.

When you fall in love, you feel like a missing piece of a puzzle that's been found.

If anything, a lot of electronic music is music that no one listens to at home, hardly. It's really only to be heard when everyone's out enjoying it.

Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?