From the beginning, I imagined I would have a long work life.

I wouldn't be windmilling a Fender Telecaster if it weren't for Pete Townshend.

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul.

Is there anybody alive out there?

For me, I was somebody who was a smart young guy who didn't do very well in school. The basic system of education, I didn't fit in; my intelligence was elsewhere.

We live in a post-authentic world, and today authenticity is a house of mirrors. It's all just what you're bringing when the lights go down. It's your teachers, your influences, and your personal history. At the end of the day, it's the power and purpose of your music that still matters.

When I was growing up, there were two things that were unpopular in my house. One was me, and the other was my guitar.