We live in ugly times.

With music, you often don't have to translate it. It just affects you, and you don't know why.

I'm just an advertisement for a version of myself.

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.

If I'm feeling that I have an angle or something to say or something where in a way I'm having a conversation with myself, that's immensely pleasurable.

Yeah, anybody can go in with two turntables and a microphone or a home studio sampler and a little cassette deck or whatever and make records in their bedrooms.

Deep down, I know I have this intuition or instinct that a lot of creative people have, that their demons are also what make them create.