"At some point in your life, if you live in Venezuela, you come across or own a cuatro. Either at sch..." — Devendra Banhart

When anyone dies, it's sad.

As anthropomorphic and surreal people have said my early writing was, to me it was really stock and almost banal in the sense that it was just description, the poetry of comparing: 'Your feet are like A, and your eyes like B.'

I look at making records like you make a dish. A culinary experience. The way you throw in a tambourine, it's like spices or herbs. The main part of the song is the stock.

I love Meredith Monk, and with Instagram, I get a chance to see if she has a cat, and what's she reading.