I know I'm sane I don't give a care for the crown or the shield I will not protect you or happily yield To the one who makes me come undone

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

All the girls who have photos of them at parties, like, "Woo!" - that's what someone's going to see of their grandma.

There's something about live recordings now that's too hi-fi.

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.

It's amazing when you find a photo of your grandparents when they were young because it's black and white and the care that they put into their appearance back then was so grown up and specific to that era.

I think that's more a reflection of the fact I've never been a student of any particular school of writing, or even listening.