I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I've found that just surviving is a noble fight. I once believed in causes too; I had my pointless points of view. And life went on no matter who as wrong or right.

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.

I've learned to dance with a hand in my pants.

If you tell kids they can't have something, that's what they want.

Hot funk, cold punk, even if it's old junk, it's still rock and roll to me.

I watched the mighty skyline fall

You get paid like a really good call girl. Walking offstage is like the walk of shame.