I've been honestly sitting in the living room every day doing little DIY projects. Painting and making stuff and all that stuff. That's been kind of cool. I got to find out I apparently have a passion for that.
I like sitting and writing with my buddies.
If you're sitting in a place like Martha's Vineyard, I don't think you're going to write a song about a ski resort.
I used to spend hours just sitting in an old wreck of a car with a stickshift; I'd just sit there and shift.
As a player on the bench, you become like a fan really. You're sitting there shouting 'why did he do that?' or 'no don't pass it there' and I can see why fans get so frustrated. But then I remember what it is like being out there on the pitch and how players can't see everything that fans can see.
When I was 10 years old, a cousin of mine took me on a tour of his medical school. And as a special treat, he took me to the pathology lab and took a real human brain out of the jar and placed it in my hands. And there it was, the seat of human consciousness, the powerhouse of the human body, sitting in my hands.
I believe one is not going to get anywhere by sitting and planning too much. The point is to keep doing, and what will happen will happen.
The most fun I ever have is sitting in with Rick writing, and we laugh at our own jokes.
When I'm sitting at my drafting table in my studio, I could really be anywhere.
I remember those moments in my life when the tape came out on that Tuesday, and I went to Sam Goody to cop it. And sitting and listening to it. In awe of the music I was listening to, but also imagining this music at the hip-hop clubs and with the homies in the car.
