One springs to mind: one of our very first gigs in a small East Texas town was not well promoted. At least, that was our conclusion. After the band loaded in and the curtain opened, we realized there was exactly one paying customer in the audience. We kind of made the best of it playing through the first set, took a break and bought him a Coke and then went on to perform for the remainder of the night. It wasn't exactly a catastrophe but it certainly stands as legendary.

Sooner rather than later, any other form other than digital media will be a thing of the past. It won't vanish, but let's face it, this is seemingly the way of the future.

Ever since I was a little kid and first heard Jimmy Reed's 'Honey, Don't Let Me Go,' the blues has been in my blood.

Water doesn't hurt a vinyl record. Put it into a dishwasher and you're fine.

Every once in awhile I'll call up Eddie (Van Halen) and ask, Found that fourth chord yet?

Our skin colours may vary, but what's upstairs - there's certain things we've all got in common.

It doesn't take much to be good, but it takes a lot to be real good.