Neil thought about Renee’s bruised knuckles, Dan’s fierce spirit, and Allison holding her ground on the court a week after Seth’s death. He thought about his mother standing unflinching in the face of his father’s violent anger and her ruthlessly leaving bodies in their wake. He felt compelled to say,
“Some of the strongest people I’ve known are women.“
I’m not interested in writing overtly autobiographical songs. I would rather explore interesting stories. I like the idea of the songs being evocative and distinctive, so I have in my mind the atmosphere that a film could evoke. I like to think of them existing in their own little world
It is always cool for me in a way to know that a lot of people could fall into any number of categories: don’t know who your are, think you’re a bit shit, think you’re a lot shit. It’s always kind of fun to play for those people. Maybe you’ll change their minds, maybe you’ll reinforce their opinions. Who knows?
The reason music exists has something to do with making a direct physical connection with the body, without actual touch being involved. The way sound waves affect you is powerful and extremely direct. It can change your mood and the way you perceive things—and change your consciousness