Remember when I told you about the American dream? That if you worked hard enough and tried hard enough and kicked yourself in the butt, you'd succeed? Well, I think I did, I think I did.
I don't know what it is to love the way they love-they would jump off a bridge for me. I can't do that. I can only say, I owe you.
I've become increasingly confidant in following intuitions ahead of thoughts as I produce more records.