I Hope That I'm Always

I Think You Have To Let Go Of This Idea That You Can Be Precious About Everything, And Let It Be The Abstract Mess That It Is.

I Think By Take Eight You're Kind Of Going, "oh, Wow, I Don't Know If I Want To Fall Entirely Off The Roof Again." That Stuff Is Tough, And I'm Also Not 21 Anymore. I Just Don't Like Cement. Cement Isn't Hilarious Any More.

Like A Lot Of People, I've Got A Self-loathing Streak That's Alive And Well. It Acts As A De Facto Engine When I'm Working, But It Also Has Its Extraordinary Pitfalls, Too.

I Grew Up In Vancouver, British Columbia.

Too Much Intensity Can Be A Bad Thing.