I Am The Captain Of My Pain.

Music Is Storming, Driving, Relentless, Devotional, Slinky, Subtle, Heartbreakingly-beautiful Sounds That, Lyrically, Switch From The Cynical To The Sanguine, The Defeated To The Defiant, Dealing In Love, War, Beauty, Children, Romance, Rejection, Pethedine, Poetry, Panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, Cold Potatoes, Too-much-money, Not Enough Money, Writer’s Block, Flowers, Animals And More Flowers. But Maybe I’m Projecting Here.

I Consider Myself To Be First And Foremost A Comic Writer. The Way I Entertain Myself - Especially In Those Long And Grim Hours In The Office - Is To Write Stuff I Find Funny.

I'm Not A Misogynist, So You Can Dispense With That. I Think I've Done Wonders For The Feminist Movement.

I Want To Write Songs That Are So Sad, The Kind Of Sad Where You Take Someone's Little Finger And Break It In Three Places.

It Was About The Preciousness Of That, And How They Viewed Those Birds As Art, As Something Valuable. I Didn't Care One Way Or Another Back Then, But Now, Thinking About My Grandparents - Who Are Still Alive But Getting Older - I See The Birds As Sort Of Time Capsules. Now I Go Home During The Holidays And They Hold A Lot Of Weight In Terms Of Nostalgia And Memory. Now They Mean Everything.