People act like Nirvana invented grunge; they just took it and personified it.

Indie world won't have me, and mainstream world treats me like an alien, but here I am still floating between these two worlds.

Do I belong in the conversation about the best artists in the world? My answer is yes, I do.

I've become a guy who's like a complaining, whining neurotic.

There's nothing more satisfying than going to a market and meeting the person who picked the strawberries, or it's their farm that the strawberries came from, and giving them a fair value in exchange for what they're giving you.

I was playing heavy metal when I was 18. I had to evolve out of that into an alternative consciousness about what it meant to change the way I played guitar, and the kind of songs, and the subject matter, and singing about child abuse, and all this stuff. I had to come from somewhere, and I had to take chances to do that.

There are people out there who are older who are cool. I want that.