In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.

In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

Everything's stolen. Everything precious - be it a kiss, or be it James Brown - gets misappropriated to the aid of the advertising executives. So, an act of reclamation, somewhere else to be: that's what I want my music to be. Somewhere you can step into. A place.

I'm absolutely flooded with a raucous energy to get out into the world and tell my story again. I feel like this is spring. After a period of shriveling, out come the leaves.

I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want: I don't want to just repeat myself.