I consider myself to be an inept pianist, a bad singer, and a merely competent songwriter. What I do, in my opinion, is by no means extraordinary.

This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.

A typical day in the life of a heavy metal musician consists of a round of golf and an AA meeting.

Most people you'd tell "I'm gonna be a musician," they'd say, "you're crazy, you're gonna starve, you're gonna be poor, a drug addict, go to jail, you'll never make it, there's too much competition, it's a terrible business," etc. But my chorus teacher in high school said, "you've got what it takes to be a really good professional musician, you should consider it." That was an epiphany for me. So I thought, well, maybe I can help somebody, too.

Only the good die young.

I've crashed my car three times.

The graduations hang on the wall, but they never really helped us at all.