I'm 45 and I don't have time to spend two years of my life bringing in producers and dragging the record around the planet.

Songs are puzzles - you get an intro, or maybe an end, but you gotta fill in the rest. Sometimes they come easy and sometimes they're a pain in the ass.

The music business, and the travel that comes with it, is stressful, challenging, redundant, exhausting, exciting, and often very depressing.

"The Moderately Talented..." is just a commentary on the conflict that happens when a young artist girl looks up to you, but you're attracted to them in a different way than they are to you.

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

I'm always moving forward creatively and don't like stalling, trying to find the perfect snare drum sound.

I wanted to remind people that there was a time when music required an attention span.