Tear thyself from delay.
I've just been livin' a normal life, going shopping, going out, gettin' pissed. I keep sitting on my arse doing nothing.
I'll be friends with anyone as long as they're not an asshole. But with my fans, they all try and add me on Facebook. And I won't have it, because that's personal. When I'm doing shows, I'm not shy to hang out with my fans. I'll finish and be out there within ten minutes talking to people. But when people start invading my space, it freaks me out a little bit.
Obviously I've got to work hard to have my own label, but it all benefits me in a different kind of way. I can say "No," and nobody's going to be pissed off or breathe down my neck. I can draw the line and take breaks when I want to. I try not to. And getting to develop other artists is something I've always wanted to do.
I'll have ideas in my head of what I want to say, but I need a beat to inspire me. So I would just say something as simple as, "Can you try something at 103 BPM with a reversed hi-hat and use an electric piano?" And then it just grows from that.
I use the Internet a lot. I don't necessarily constantly communicate with my fans or whatever, but it would be hard to distance myself. I just couldn't do it. It's like not having a phone.
I'm always going to want to be part of music. But who's to say? This whole thing for me in the first place just kind of happened without trying. I think about things like acting and all that, but I'm not going to force it on myself. I'm kind of shy, believe it or not.
I cannot imagine why we should be at the expense to furnish wit for succeeding ages, when the former have made no sort of provision for ours.
Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?
Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were.
I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.