There is something about the dark that makes you really listen to music, more than you would normally do. Maybe it’s just the lack of being able to do anything else, but it just becomes really comfy, like the music sort of acts as a sonic blanket. When I first moved to Toronto, my room had no windows in it, so when I turned the lights off, my room was pitch black. I swear, when I would listen to records in there, records that I had listened to many, many times, I would start to notice things I would have never picked up. I think this phenomenon is part of a greater idea about music, that it can be this big, huge public thing that brings everyone together, but it also can be is dark, quiet personal thing that only you understand.