My manager lives on my block; four of the apartments in my apartment complex of seven are people I know. It's a really close-knit community, and almost everyone on these few blocks are artists or graphic designers, because we live right on the cusp of a warehouse district.

I listen to a lot of medieval music.

You rarely find someone who sings really well and who produces really well; it's a problem, and I just think it's a missing link in the music scene.

If I think about what other people are thinking when I'm making music, I just can't do it. It's too withheld - I need to go totally over the top, and then kind of clean it up a bit and make it more reasonable after the fact.

Miami is just really fun whenever I go there. It's like this post-apocalyptic Barbie world: everything is pink, and there're palm trees everywhere. But then there are also all these people in crazy sunglasses, warehouses with sick parties where all the girls are covered in spikes and black leather. It's a very weird place.

I don't even wear shoes with heels because I hate making a noise when I walk and people looking at me.

I get offers to do huge-budget music videos with big production companies all the time, but I have no interest.