I Want To Paint. That

My Growth As An Artist And A Person Has Been So Slow And Gradual, It's Hard To Make A Story Out Of It.

I Get A Little Sick Of Myself As A Solo Artist. I Get A Little Bit Bored.

People In L.a. Don't Have To Brace Themselves Against The Cold; They Slack Off Permanently, And Their Brains Turn To Mush.

My Whole Life Was Writing, Recording And Touring Over And Over Again. At Some Point I Realised I Wasn't Enjoying Myself Any More.

I Have Many Moods, And There Is No Objective Reality. And I Kind Of Live By That.