I do it for me and like-minded people. That’s it. That’s it. My career, I look at it in a Darwinian framework. I’m going to do exactly what I want, and I’m going to survive or I’m not. I’m not going to pander, I’m not going to change things, I’m not going to do focus groups. I’ll live and die by the sword. I don’t care. Because I couldn’t live with myself.

People don’t give a shit if you lose a CD. It belongs on the floor being used as a frisbee or as an inter-highway battle projectile. Records are for all time, you give them to your godson and he gives them to theirs. They are large hopeful pieces of whimsical art - as big as your head - too big for their established purpose but too precious to be handled like a piece of barely tangible imagined electronic sound wave; the format of music as it is handled today. Vinyls mean a lot to people. They are family heirlooms and if you have any forward thought you will make some and save them for the future.