My father was a guitar player, and I was raised with a super high standard of what good guitar playing was.

I'm not interested in pop art.

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in the cage.

Somewhere between the intellectual idea of why we're attracted to certain things and the pragmatic reality is some form of ever-evolving truth.

Why is it that all non-conformists look the same?

I reached a point in my life where I felt like I was living through some old character.

As a healthy person, my breakfasts are very bland and boring. Think kind of a white pasty gruel. Or there can be an occasional banana over the top.