I Don't Have One Song That Sounds

I'm Kind Of A Recluse When It Comes To Going Outside.

It's Just That Little Box In The Middle Of Fort Greene, Brooklyn. Most Of The Time I Go I Don't Even Leave That Apartment. I Have Just Enough: A Little Bed, A Little Kitchen With Two Pots. I Make Some Tea And I Look Out The Window Or Just Lay Down.

But Now I Realize That This Record Business Really Needs Me. No One Else Is Trying To Take A Chance Or Do Something Different.

I Go Through Phases Of Stuff.

I Imagine That When I Am Creating A Song Or A Project Or An Album Or Putting Some Clothing Together Or Cooking A Meal, Whatever It Is, I Don't Really Have A Recipe. The Fun Part Is To Throw That Big Piece Of Clay In The Middle Of The Table As Hard As I Can, And Whatever Shape It Takes, That's What Shape It Takes, And Then I Start To Carve Away.