I wrote the album [Metals] in the fall. In about four months, I went from zero to finished. It usually takes forever.

Probably, on some subconscious level, I was motivated by not wanting to spoon-feed any similar flavors.

Everything becomes closer once you realize that the world is only as far away as a nap and a meal.

I like being swept up in weather and observing it as something beautiful and giant.

No matter who weaves in and out of your life, regardless of the quality of those deep friendships and familyships, I'm the only common denominator at this point who's been with me the whole time. And there's this sense of trying to make sense of that ultimate solitude. It's not a negative or even a positive. It's just a fact.

I wrote the album [Metals] in the fall. In about four months, I went from zero to finished. It usually takes forever.

I'm in the countryside outside of Paris, in a beautiful old manor house. The studio is in the basement, but we decided to set everything up in the old parlor and dining-room area so we can look at each other and (at) the sunshine coming through the stained-glass windows. It's pretty idyllic, and I think it's spoiling me. I'll have to go back to regular life after this.