Sometime we'll try and reach for things we know we each want and don't deserve.

I grew up thinking art was pictures until I got into music and found I was an artist and didn't paint.

Don't bother me, leave me alone. Anyway, I'm almost grown.

The gateway to freedom...was somewhere close to New Orleans where most Africans were sorted through and sold. I had driven through New Orleans on tour and I'd been told my great grandfather had lived way back up in the woods among the evergreens in a log cabin. I revived the era with a song about a coloured boy named Johnny B. Goode. My first thought was to make his life follow as my own had come along, but I thought it would seem biased to white fans to say 'coloured boy' and changed it to 'country boy'.

If your playing basic music, its just rock.

Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.

Everything I wrote about wasn't about me, but about the people listening.