I don't have any sentimental notion about how people are going to remember me.

I've thought many times, 'I can't write this,' but on my own little planet I found the courage to write it because it was true. I put aside fear of Father being angry with me. It's hard though; the world pales in comparison with the stature of a parent. In some small-consolation way, my parents feel I'm helping people by giving them something to identify with. They feel proud in a sort of reverse way. My mom's proud of the fact that lots of kids look up to me.

Where is this great love for rock and roll that existed for 50 or 60 years?

We weren't like mates who decided to form a band. The other three met me because they were interested in being in the band that I was starting.

We were just a little immature in the past. I think we actually wanted to create difficult situations for ourselves just to be able to use that emotion for stimulation.

I went to see a shaman. He put his hands on me, and I cried like a baby for an hour.

I didn't find Jesus. He's been there the whole time.