I Want People To Be Ecstatic But

I Wish I Did Believe In God. It Would Be A Great Relief To Think, 'god'll Take Care Of It. God'll Put Gas In The Car Tomorrow'.

You Can't Really Get The Full Joy Out Of Life Unless You Really Go For It. You Just Have To Go Into It And Stay Under Some Kind Of Hope Or Illusion That It's Going To Work. But As You Get Older, Or The More Experiences You Have, Or Whatever It Is That Tells You How This Stuff Works, You Also Know That If You Go All The Way Into It, There's The Risk Of Losing Everything But You Don't Have A Choice.

I Can See That If This Was An Album Done 10 Or 15 Years Ago We Could See We Were Moving On To Some Place Else.

I Think The More Music Becomes Something You Could Simply Download And Have On Your Ipod, I Think To A Lot Of People That Is Plenty, But To Some People, They Still Want These Artifacts That Are Touchable, And You Can Smell Them, And Look At Them, And Hold Them And Just Have Other Dimensions Of Experience With This Music.

It Is Comforting To Know That There Is At Least One Place Where We Can Go And Be Confident That We Will Find An Audience Thirsting To Find New Music. Paste Magazine Is That Place. It's Loss Would Create A Very Large Black Hole.