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

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

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

There were a lot more girls at the shows early on. I'd get off stage and there would be options. Those days are long gone, thank god.

I wanted to give my first instincts a chance without shooting them down immediately, which I sometimes do.

Nylon string is still a new love and I'm not tired of it yet.