Menu
I’m thankful to be breathing, on this side of the grass. Whatever comes, comes.
Every time you get on a stage or in front of a camera, the whole exercise is about imagination. You’re constantly depicting something that doesn’t exist, and trying to find the reality of it. Once you settle on that premise, everything else is a matter of degrees.
I’m fully aware that things that resonate and become real hits are the exception to the rule, so much so that I’ve wired myself for failure.
So much of my aesthetic was formed by my dad.
The thing that’s cool about the recording booth is that it’s so perfunctory, so cut-to-the-chase.
I think there are a lot of technocrats in the business who would much rather work with just wheels and gears and machinery. Those things interest them more than humanity and I wish them the best of luck.
Independent film is almost nonexistent right now, because all the distributers that used to love to put out these little art films are all out of business right now, because it costs so much to open a movie.
The great thing about arriving at this age is that I don’t even care about my career anymore.
Almost all of your life is lived by the seat of your pants, one unexpected event crashing into another, with no pattern or reason, and then you finally reach a point, around my age, where you spend more time than ever looking back. Why did this happen? Look where that led? You see the shape of things.