There's Nothing Better Than Not Knowing What's

I'm In The Countryside Outside Of Paris, In A Beautiful Old Manor House. The Studio Is In The Basement, But We Decided To Set Everything Up In The Old Parlor And Dining-room Area So We Can Look At Each Other And (at) The Sunshine Coming Through The Stained-glass Windows. It's Pretty Idyllic, And I Think It's Spoiling Me. I'll Have To Go Back To Regular Life After This.

A Year's A Long Time, But It Also Flickers Past In No Time At All.

I Think That's More A Reflection Of The Fact I've Never Been A Student Of Any Particular School Of Writing, Or Even Listening.

You Just Never Set Roots; You Take Pleasure In Simple Conversations, Because You Know You're Not Going To Have Much More Than That. It's Very Isolating, And That Can Be A Good Thing.

The Group-effort Sound In Recording Of Sea Lion Is Like, You Really Hear All The People In The Room And Hear Them Interlocking. Theres A Real Freight-train Energy Of All These People At The Same Time Playing.