It's the age of reason for the anarchist.

It's the age of reason for the anarchist.

I can only get my drummer in the winter; he plays with Grand Funk all summer.

I'd rather make music than tour.

I drive a Mustang. A 2005 five-speed GT convertible.

I'm older now but still running against the wind

Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.