It may seem strange, but the most grateful I've ever felt was when I was held up at gunpoint. After I handed over my wallet and the mugger ran off into the woods, I thought, 'Thank you for not shooting me.' I was overwhelmingly glad to be alive and unharmed.

My guitar playing has not developed as much as I think it could because I never practice. I only play when I'm writing or recording or when I'm playing on tour. When I'm sitting around at home, I never play.

I don't have anything to prove anymore. I don't have a record deal, no one has any expectations, I'm in a position of freedom. I don't need anyone's approval.

My music - that's the one area I won't let myself be pushed around. But in other parts of my life, I'm a confused mess.

What happens when your dream comes true - when the spotlight is on and then it moves away?

My dad was depressed a lot of the time, and there were a lot of things in his life that he never resolved.

I feel some kind of duty to be really, really honest as a writer. The same is true of my songwriting.