Looking out at the ocean, it's easy to feel small - and to imagine all your troubles, suddenly insignificant, slipping away. Earth's seven oceans seem vast and impenetrable, but a closer look tells another story.
Anyone who spends time on the road knows there's something special about being in the middle of Utah or Nebraska - you sit with it, and there's a peace about it. You can go left or right, and it opens up all kinds of doors. You take your own path.
Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.
There's so much chaos in life, I think I make music to make things feel calm and sane, to define something, to bring some meaning into it - it's a real peaceful thing to me.
I like my house to feel like a place where I can just lie back and say, 'Ahhhhh, I'm home.'
I never felt so fervently thankful, so soothed, so tranquil, so filled with the blessed peace, as I did yesterday when I learned that Michael Angelo was dead.
Moving to the country has been incredibly good for my work, for my sense of perspective.
In some ways, climbing in the clouds is comforting. You can no longer see how high off the ground you are.
