When I was a young musician, the only option available to pursue secondary education in music was to attend a classical conservatory.

Davey Crocket, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland.

The happiest times in my life were when my relationships were going well - when I was in love with someone, and someone was loving me. But in my whole life, I haven't met the person I can sustain a relationship with yet. So I'm discontented about that. I'm angry with myself. I have regrets.

I work with musicians whose opinions I respect and if they don't like something they don't hold back. They'll say, 'That really sucks' and 'You've lost it' and 'You're no good anymore.' And I crawl away with my tail between my legs and I fear that kind of ridicule, but I want them to like the music I'm bringing to them.

I sold my house to Jerry Seinfeld.

I am, as I've said, merely competent. But in an age of incompetence, that makes me extraordinary.

There will be other words some other day; that is the story of my life.