You Get To A Certain Age Where

Might Be A Quarter Life Crisis, Just Disturbin' In My Soul.

If You're Good, And You Know You're Good, And You Know You're Better Than Those People Getting Paid To Do It, You Still Have To Have An Open Ear….nobody's Music Is The Enemy Of Your Music…the Idea That Someone Else Has Made It When They Shouldn't Have Made It Is Toxic Thinking.

When You're Just Open But Not Honest, Then You Start Free-associating Garbage.

I Mean There Are So Many Different Colors Of Life, Of Feeling, Of Articulation... So When I Meet Someone Who's An 8-color Type... I'm Like, 'hey Girl, Magenta!' And She's Like, 'oh, You Mean Purple!' And She Goes Off On Her Purple Thing, And I'm Like, 'no - I Want Magenta!'

By The Time I Recognize This Moment, This Moment Will Be Gone. . . But I Will Bend The Light, Pretend That It Somehow Lingered On