I Was In A Crazy, Private, Awesome

You Hit A Guitar, You Hit A Note, You Hit A Drum, You Hit An Organ. Meat And Potatoes. Simplicity. Not Getting Too Caught Up In Little Tweezers Of Perfection.

I Love Storms And How The Whole House Shakes. When I Was A Kid, There Would Be Lots Of Thunder And Lightning Storms, And They Would Knock The Electricity Out. We Had This Oil Lantern That Had Been In My Grandfather's Homestead At The Turn Of The Century, Before There Even Was Electricity. He'd Bring It Down Off The Top Shelf, And We'd Always Play Cards.

Any Kind Of Anthemic Song, For The Most Part, They're On The Positive Side Of Things. It's Not Hard To Identify When A Melody Is Just One Degree Too Complicated Or One Degree Too Simple And Where That Line Of Pop Memorability Lies.

I Wrote The Album [metals] In The Fall. In About Four Months, I Went From Zero To Finished. It Usually Takes Forever.

I Think I Prefer The Constant Renewal. It's Almost Like Sandpapering Down Any Details Or Any Contour Of Familiarities.