There Is Still Some Art

I Used To Do This Big Rant At The End Of Some Gigs With Ben Folds Five. The Band Broke Into This Big Heavy Metal Thing And I Started As A Joke To Scream In A Heavy Metal Falsetto. I Found Myself Saying Things Like: Feel My Pain, I Am White, Feel My Pain.

My Parents Told Me I Must Get Married. I Was Seen As A Failure If I Didn't Do It.

The Less I Talk In Bars, Write Emails, Express Myself In An Emotionally Lewd Way Outside Of My Songwriting, The More I Have To Do It Through My Music.

My Job Is To Be Some Sort Of Music/lyric Psychic, To Figure Out That That's The Right Song To Not Fight The Lyric.

Everything I Write Is Personal, Really. Even When I'm Sarcastic, It's Quite Personal. And On This Record, From The Production To The Singing To The Performances, I Got It Really Honest. To The Modern Ear, It Seems Soft. When You Hear It Against Other Things, It Seems Vulnerable. Lyrically And Musically, Though, This Is More Subtle. And, Yes, It's Asking A Lot Of Someone Who's Used To Being Hit Over The Head With Bright Neon To Listen To This.