It May Be Years Until The Day

If You Calculate Every Single Thing You Could Possibly Need In Your Life, You Would Need No More Than 200 People To Keep All That Afloat: A Doctor, Food, Wine, Cheese-eating Friends, The Person Who Makes Paper, The Shoemaker.

No Matter Who Weaves In And Out Of Your Life, Regardless Of The Quality Of Those Deep Friendships And Familyships, I'm The Only Common Denominator At This Point Who's Been With Me The Whole Time. And There's This Sense Of Trying To Make Sense Of That Ultimate Solitude. It's Not A Negative Or Even A Positive. It's Just A Fact.

Music Is Pretty Intimate Stuff And I Can Only Work With Very Few People: Gonzalez Being One, Mocky Being Another And, On A Completely Different Level, Broken Social Scene. With Broken Social Scene Its Not One-on-one, Its A One-on-12. Its Very Healthy, Very Comfortable, Like A Big Pot Luck Supper Among Old Friends.

I Said I'd Stop For A Year, Which Was Inconceivable To Me And Everyone Around Me. It Seemed Like So Long. But Then, After That Year, I Looked Up And I Still Hadn't Gotten My Land Legs Back At All.

When I'm In A City That's Just Clean, Concrete Lines, I Get Really Short Of Breath And Confused. It's Much More Interesting To Me When Nature Is Creeping Back And Tearing The Mortar Apart Between The Bricks.