While The Things I Do Kill Me,

Not To Discount My Music, But I'm Always Suspicious Of The Music That I Make On Some Level, As To How Valid It Is. Or Maybe Not "valid," But How Important.

It's Like — I Don't Know, Sometimes It's Like Chasing A Pretty Girl On The Beach. And Things I Never Thought I Could Do... I Can Do.

I've Gotten To A Place Where I Still Love To Play And Sing, But I Don't Have Any Ego Agenda Left, Outside Of Just Wanting To Stay In A Creative Place And Play Music. I Much Prefer To Sing For Somebody Else, And To Somebody Else.

This Is Going To Sound Crazy, But I Can Hear Music In My Head. I Can Imagine A Piano Or A Guitar Playing, And I Can Sort Of Think Out.

I'm Never Argumentative For The Sake Of Being Argumentative, I Don't Think. And More Than Ever, I've Had To Be Willing To Fight Just To Get Records Released, Or Just To Be Able To Walk Away With A Little Bit Of Self-respect And Pride.