I have to work hard and organize myself so that I'm present and not a slacker.

I think both you and I, we live in a world of fiction and stories.

I have my own tastes and I have my my own... like, I dunno. I think it's really subjective; something that I think is a great song, is unlistenable to somebody else, which I've come to realise.

Maybe I am skipping over the city and going from very personal things to the world, from internal experience to giant, far-away-from-space experience.

I feel like there's just so much of everything that I don't know what people have heard and what they haven't heard. I think with the fact that there's the Internet and that people can share home-made recordings, I think a lot of the songs do get to be heard, even if it's not the best quality, or there's clinking glasses or it's just piano and voice, people can at least hear the song.

Luckily, there's enough people who have recorded songs that I can just go online and kind of figure out how to play them.

The piano is not firewood -- yet.