He Who Seeks, Finds, And Who Knocks,

I Consider Myself To Be First And Foremost A Comic Writer. The Way I Entertain Myself - Especially In Those Long And Grim Hours In The Office - Is To Write Stuff I Find Funny.

I Don't Write Happy Songs. Who Does? I Don't Know Anybody Who Writes Happy Songs, Really.

When I’m Singing “deanna,” For Example, Which I Sing Pretty Much Every Night, It Brings Forward A Kind Of Imagined, Romanticized Lie About This Particular Person, Which I Find Really Comforting And Exciting To Sing About.

I Love Being Manipulated By What I See. I Love Weepies And Romantic Comedies Where You're Reaching For The Kleenex At The Right Moment.

It Was About The Preciousness Of That, And How They Viewed Those Birds As Art, As Something Valuable. I Didn't Care One Way Or Another Back Then, But Now, Thinking About My Grandparents - Who Are Still Alive But Getting Older - I See The Birds As Sort Of Time Capsules. Now I Go Home During The Holidays And They Hold A Lot Of Weight In Terms Of Nostalgia And Memory. Now They Mean Everything.