The truth is that genetics has robbed me of hair. But it's not interesting to blame genetics.

I realized the universe is 15 billion years old and unspeakably complicated. I still love the teachings of Christ, but I also believe that the human condition prevents us from having any true objective knowledge and understanding of the universe.

I know it's simple, but my main inspiration is just my love of music. I know that sounds overly naive. But it's true.

I used to have a lot of envy for those musicians who have been universally loved.

When you say 'failure,' that seems really dramatic, but a lot of failure is just really depressing and mundane. I remember the first time I ever played a concert in Italy. I played a venue that held 900 people, and I think five people showed up. It wasn't a big, 'John Carter of Mars' type failure. It wasn't dramatic; it was just depressing.

Music can always serve a role in people's lives when it's emotional and warm and inviting and beautiful.

I was never encouraged to believe anything. I was brought up in a profoundly agnostic or pantheistic community.