I think that it's a natural thing for parents to look for reflections of themselves in their children and feel a certain pride there. So if your child is very, very different, or perhaps if he's very, very similar, it makes you uncomfortable.

The first day I can remember looking into a mirror and being able to stand what I saw was the day I had a guitar in my hand.

I think 1960s small-town America was very Lynchian. Everything was there, but underneath, everything was rumbling.

I was a guitar player on the streets of Asbury Park and already a member in good standing amongst those who lie in service of the truth - artists with a small A. But I held four clean aces. I had youth, almost a decade of hardcore bar band experience, a good group of homegrown musicians who were attuned to my performance style, and a story to tell.

I studied other singers, so I would learn how to phrase, and learn how to breathe. And the main thing was, I learned how to inhabit my song.

There's an opera out on the turnpike, there's a ballet being fought out in the alley.

Out of our way mister, you best keep.