I write. Then I write some more, all on whatever scraps of paper I can find. Then I feel like shit when none of it feels right. Then I travel (just moved to Berlin). I play the songs. I make them sit down, or they me. Finally, sometimes, there's a song I'm happy with. That goes into my special blue notebook. I can play some of those for you, if you like. Or I might just steal something from Sam Cooke.

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