A personal history of my spiritual development.
When I was 2, I saw some shirts float by the window, and look in menacingly.
When I was 4, I saw Santa Claus flying across the night sky.
When I was 5, I was curious why people were so interested in the “holly bibble.”
When I was 6, I decided that the dozens of transparent blobs floating around in my eyes at all times were angels.
When I was 7, knowing that God was everywhere all at once, I wondered if he watched me when I went to the bathroom.
When I was 8, knowing that God could read my thoughts, I wondered if he would be angry at me for trying to imagine him naked.
When I was 9, I thought demons were out to get me.
When I was 10, I thought Hell was a place where you just sat in the darkness for eternity, and had no interactions with anyone or anything, and I wasn’t sure exactly who was sent there.
When I was 11, I had my first religious experience: I created music. Since then, I have not seen supernatural things as necessary for my spiritual fulfillment, or for making sense out of the universe.
I hope this doesn’t alienate some of my fans, but I thought it would put into perspective some of the themes of my current and future music.
