Militant mothers hiding in the basement using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets.

Every rock'n'roll band I know, guys with long hair and tattoos, plays golf now.

Pull my trigger, I get bigger, then I'm lots of fun. I'm your gun, I'm your gun, gun, gun.

I'm not crazy about country-western music. But the lyrics are good. "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy" is pretty clever.

Stick a needle in your arm, you bite the dust, you buy the farm.

You just let your lower self go, and then it takes on all these aspects of the society - the city with horns blowing, the people yelling things at each other, and the all-in-all violence and chaos of the city. Put that on stage with music, and that's what this is.

On stage, I'm this figure, this actor, who does things that people aren't used to seeing and I relish in that reaction. In real life, though, I play golf, I shop and I walk around with no makeup on and my hair in a ponytail. I may not be the typical middle-aged Joe, but I'm closer to normal than you think.