Trying to cope with the balance between home life and road life has been a theme in my music since early Red House Painters records.

When you're a touring musician, you're always turning over new rocks and there's always a certain level of tension in your life.

When you're a touring musician, you're always turning over new rocks and there's always a certain level of tension in your life. The music business, and the travel that comes with it, is stressful, challenging, redundant, exhausting, exciting, and often very depressing. After all of these years, I'm still trying to cope with aspects of it.

I don't make demos. I don't have the interest or the energy or the time.

I didn't want to put myself, or anyone else, asleep with another quintessential Mark Kozelek album.

I've guess I've gotten older and my sex appeal has waned. It's OK. I've got an amazing girlfriend and she keeps me happy.

I'm a boxing junkie, a serial-killer junkie, and a classical guitar junkie. All of these guys are great, poetic references.