If you live up against train tracks, it can make your life a living hell.

I gotta make a living somehow, and make ends meet. I accept the idea of having a retirement.

I've dreamed about performing songs, songs that don't even exist, as a complete song.

Bands-- enough with the crayon face-paint-- you're better than that.

I actually dream a lot of songs, and I try to be good about voice-memoing ideas.

If so much of your experience is devoted to the thought of documentation, you're already sort of spinning out this narrative from this moment that you are attempting to control instead of just experiencing it.

My "degree" has done nothing for me at all. But that I've learned - the critical thought processes I've tried to keep sharp - these things were furthered along by college. I hated so much of my life "at university," but I also loved so much of it, and the things that I loved about it have kept me in a sort of "scholarly pursuit" to this day. Maybe it messed me up because I believe that there are things like truth and beauty, and that art and discussion can help us find them and enhance our lives.