Well actually I'm not a man but a carrot. The band was eating salads one day and a carrot fell off of the salad bar onto a microphone and the band realized that they had just discovered something brilliant. Me.

My father slapped my thighs with a variety of meats until I began to cry and sulked in the corner. I later became a musician

I'm glad I escaped the clutches of those evil gnomes... I'm talking, of course, about Puerto Ricans.

I suppose one thing that's always fascinated me is that thing where you're a band and you want to start recording and you get a label and a producer, and then there's that pressure to go out there and really toil.

When you're a parent, then you still have to commit to this concept of, "Okay, I'm basically out of action now for three months."

I don't write lyrics, the lyrics write Thom Yorke

I named my son Noah for the same reason Chris Martin named his apple: we're asses.