The thing about L.A. is it’s pretty much always nice out here.
Even when it was 100 the other day, I loved it.
It felt good.
I worked on my album in Philly, and I would take the train to New York on the weekends,
and I’d get off the train
and immediately want to die.
I would just hate my life.
And I’m from Nashville, which is kind of similar – when it’s hot, it’s fucking miserable.
But Nashville, at least it kind of rains in the summer.
I don’t even remember the last time it rained out here.
I always wondered how those big-ass fires start in L.A.,
and then I’ll throw my cigarette out the window or something,
and I’m like
“There it is.”