A lot of your songs have an air of mystery and darkness. Is there something you do during the writing process to conjure this mood?
(laughs) I just think it's what's in my brain. It's not that I'm really pessimistic or anything--I'm not. But I sort of like the effect of two sides of things--one being really pretty and one being really ugly, like when you lift up a pretty rock and there's all these mites and worms underneath it (laughs). I think that sort of came from this one poem I read in grade nine. It's funny, the little things that stick with me my whole life. Wilford Owens, he's a World War I poet and he wrote about being in the field in the war and all the horrors that went on. But somehow, without glamorizing or romanticizing it, he made it incredibly beautiful. In the same breath, he'd be talking about something horrendously grotesque. I just really loved that. That's actually where the title of the record came from too, "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy." It was taken from a line in one of his poems. "Quick boys, in an ecstasy of fumbling we fit the masks just in time . . ." and I thought that was amazing, that "in an ecstasy of fumbling." It was so beautiful, and since grade nine I've been trying to fit that into something (laughs). I sort of have a little library of phrases and words in my head that I like. Like "murmur." Never been able to use it yet, but it's a beautiful word. I like words that say so many things. Language is such a beautiful thing and words are so amazing.