Knowing now what goes into making a successful artist, it's disheartening.

I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist.

I hope I am a psychotherapist's dream. I've spent enough hours in therapy.

I don't love performing, because it's nerve-racking and it's time - consuming to rehearse a whole set - and my time can often be better served writing music and just making it and putting it out.

Fame made me develop a panic disorder.

I liked when I was naive and I thought it was just about making good music.

I'm 39, and I would like to be able to make great pop music for another 20 years. And it feels like creating a sort of inanimate blond bob and allowing other people to play the role of the pop singer, it affords me a little bit more freedom in terms of my expiration date.