aɪ hædtə lˈɑːk maɪsˈɛlf ɪn maɪ ɐpˈɑːɹtmənt ɪn nˈuː jˈɔːɹk sˈɪɾi, tˈeɪk ðə fˈoʊn ˈɔf ðə hˈʊk, dˈɪstəns maɪsˈɛlf fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi ɹᵻlˈeɪʃənʃˌɪp aɪ hˈæd, ænd sˈɛt ɐbˌaʊt ðə bˈɪznəs ʌv pˈʊɾɪŋ təɡˌɛðɚ bˈɪts ʌv mˈɛlədiz, bˈɪts ʌv lˈɪɹɪks ænd sˈɔŋ tˈaɪɾəlz ˌɪntʊ ˈælbəm fˈɔːɹm.
I had to lock myself in my apartment in New York City, take the phone off the hook, distance myself from every relationship I had, and set about the business of putting together bits of melodies, bits of lyrics and song titles into album form.