When I'm In New York,

I Have Found In Black Metal The Lyrics Are Profoundly Beautiful... A Pathos And Mythos At The Same Time.

Fame Is An Unnatural Construct And Those Who Go In Search Of It Are The Least Likely To Find It.

For Me, A Record Is Valid When I Actually Hold The Vinyl. Like, I've Worked On The Art For A While And I See The Vinyl And I Go "ooh, It's An Actual Lp. How Cool Is That?" That's Very Sacred To Me. You Can't Take That Back, You Know?

I Went Down To Houston And I Stopped In San 'antone, I Passed Up The Station For The Bus. I Was Trying To Find Me Something, But I Wasn't Sure Just What... Man, I Ended Up With Pockets Full Of Dust.

I Like The Idea That Within The Structure Of The Song, Some Kind Of Built-in Improvisation Keeps Them Fragile And In Their Moment, So That I'm Not Projecting So Much, So That My Perception Of The Song Doesn't Interfere With What Its Real Body Is. Sometimes It's Like Telling A Story That I Heard In Passing, And I Don't Want It To Become Completely Mine.