As far as I'm concerned, the whole point of making music is to get it heard by as many people as possible.

That is not all I need. I need dogs. A house filled with dogs and a smart, funny, kind, loving girlfriend or wife.

And if we obey God, we must disobey ourselves, and it is in this disobeying ourselves, wherein the hardness of obeying God consists.

Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.

I have actually found myself buying up more and more old analogue gear. I have this strange obsession with old drum machines.

This whole world is run by brutes for the common and the stupid.

For years, my mom dated a man who was really active in the Baptist church in the town next to the town I grew up in, and so he used to drag me to these Baptist church services that lasted forever. I remember that I didn't like the church services, but I really liked the music.