I had been pushing myself at an insane rate for four straight years and was starting to crack. From that perspective, my reaction to Interpol makes perfect sense.Ģ002 was the year I learned that there was no such thing as a clean relationship. In Boston I finally got the chance to experience a shallower and more meaningless kind of suffering. Up until I left California to go to college in Boston, the first 26 years of my life had meant experiencing suffering in all kinds of deep and meaningful ways. But the stories and events… it’s just kind of personal. It’s odd, given the number of potentially uncomfortable things I’ve shared on Collapse Board and in my books, that I’m reluctant to go into details about that time. And the drama, the desperation, the fear, and the despair I associate with this album have as much to do with my life back in 2002 as it does with the music. Interpol and I are in very different places than we were 10 years ago. This album means nothing to me now apart from the memories - highly subjective and highly personal - it stirs up when I listen to it. Decrease Font Size Increase Font Size Text Size Print This Page Send by Email