This is not what I pictured for myself. I much preferred to dig in with an artist who was already squared away, to know them inside out and accentuate the best qualities of who they were. That kind of magic happens in the studio, but I hadn’t been inside one for quite some time. I knew I needed to get back, and figured that Rivington, which had become a laughingstock among my colleagues at Columbia after they lost the How Now, might be desperate enough to take me on for cheap.
