By The Time I Was 12 Or

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.

I Don't Really Like To Write At A Desk. I Like To Write When Driving In A Car. ... Once You're Working On It, You're Working On It All The Time, And Sometimes Stuff'll Come In The Middle Of The Night, In A Dream Or Something. Your Mind Is Working On It All The Time.

I Don't Know What I'm Going To Write When I Begin To Write. It Feels Like You Are Walking Down A Path, But You Can't See Around The Bend And You Don't Know Where You Are Going To Go, Which Is Fun.

How Much Can You Do With Two Voices? You Can Sing Thirds Or You Can Sing Fifths Or You Can Do A Background Harmony.

If You'll Be My Body Guard, I Can Be Your Long Lost Pal.