Now, There's Just So Much Imagery. Imagine

Everything Becomes Closer Once You Realize That The World Is Only As Far Away As A Nap And A Meal.

I Just Went To Europe, Spent A Year Traveling, And Then I Came Home With A Finished Album And Said, "hey Everyone I'm Back!" I Gave Everyone Their Lighters From Luxembourg, Gave Them The Postcards From Italy And Rome, Then Said, "hey Look, I Made A Record, Too" And Played It For Them. The General Reaction Was Shock, Because It Was So Different From What They've Known Me To Do.

Probably, On Some Subconscious Level, I Was Motivated By Not Wanting To Spoon-feed Any Similar Flavors.

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.

I Would Try To Pick The Guitar Up Sometimes, Like, "hey, Remember Me?" It Was Like Reintroducing Yourself To Someone Who's Got A Grudge.