It went on yesterday and it's going on tonight, somewhere there's somebody ain't treatin' somebody right.

I want to be sure I can deliver what people expect to hear. I just don't know if I can physically do it. Or if I should.

I always loved music. You know, my parents said I started singing when I was 4, in the car.

Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth's soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.

I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.

I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.