I spent all night working on it, and I hope Patrick likes it as much as I do. Especially the second side. I hope it's the kind of second side that he can listen to whenever he drives alone and feel like he belongs to something whenever he's sad. I hope it can be that for him.

It's like he would take a photograph of Sam, and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it's beautiful is because of Sam.

I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.

I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

And later that night to be with my family at dinnertime and have things just be like they always were. That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

Try to be a filter, not a sponge.