They say that these are not the best of times, but they're the only times I've ever known.

When I look at great works of art or listen to inspired music, I sense intimate portraits of the specific times in which they were created.

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

The piano sounds like a carnival and the microphone smells like a beer. And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say, man, what are you doing here?

I won't be righteous again. I'm not sure anymore.

I consider myself to be an inept pianist, a bad singer, and a merely competent songwriter. ... I'm probably writing music now for the same reason as I started writing songs when I was 14-to meet women. ... If you make music for the human needs you have within yourself, then you do it for all humans who need the same things. You enrich humanity with the profound expression of these feelings. ... My songs are like my kids.

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