It's Not Important To Me

I've Read A Couple Of Things That I Was Sort Of Close To Having A Nervous Breakdown. But I Don't Think I Was. I Was Very, Very Tired. It Was A Really Difficult Time.

The Only Person With You All Your Life Is You. Your Parents Die. Things Inside You Die — Illusions, Gushes Of Personality. Only You Can Sort Yourself Out. Yourself May Not Be All You Need, But It’s All You’ve Got.

I Split It Up Into Working On The Two Narrative Pieces That Can Tell A Story. The Scariest Thing Was Whether I'd Be Any Good Performing Live Again. It Was Such A Long Time Since I'd Done Any Live Work. It's So Different For Me Than Recording. Every Night My Audiences Were What I Would Dream Of. You Could Just Feel Their Support.

Sometimes When I Look Back On Myself On Those Earlier Records, There Was So Much Effort Going In, So Much Trying. With This, I Was Trying To Make It Much More Laid Back.

It's Funny When You Write A Song - It's Easy For Me Now - But There's Almost A Second Stage Where You Take Control Of The Song. You Start Writing It, And If You're Not Careful, It Just Finishes Itself And It Might Not Be What You Wanted. It's Very Strange, It Takes Over Itself. It Has Its Own Life.