I want to be alone and I want people to notice me — both at the same time.

You know, it's never easy to understand why I do what I do. For other people, I mean.

I know I'm 38 but I insist that santa claus exists and he raped my mother when I was 9.

Build gaps in your life. Pauses. Proper pauses.

Your fantasies are unlikely. But beautiful.

It turns out I have clinical schizophrenia. The unborn chicken voices were telling me to kill my family.

I feel like as musicians we need to fight the Spotify thing. I feel that in some ways what's happening in the mainstream is the last gasp of the old industry. Once that does finally die, which it will, something else will happen.