I'm a micro-celebrity, about as small a celebrity as you can be.

I started trying to do my own music at home, and I was like, 'You know what, I can play the guitar, sort of. And I can do these things, sort of. And I can make these crazy noises on my computer, sort of. But I need a ridiculously good drummer. I need someone to help me with string arrangements.

I'm officially near-famous. If you've got four year old kids and you've got cable, then you've got no choice but to know who I am. But if you're one of my peers - a 26-year old guy who lives in Manhattan - you have no idea who I am. I'm only famous if you're four.

When I was a kid, my mom used to run the vacuum cleaner, and the noise would bother me so much that I would run into the woods to calm down. I feel like that vacuum cleaner has been on since I moved to New York City.

The best traders I know are also the most humble people I know, coincidence? Or has the market taught them some very valuable lessons?

It eats at me. And if it eats at me, I'm going to make sure it eats at (my team).

When I was 14 I would pick up my brother's bass guitar, and I would just pound on it, having no idea how to play it.