On that same tour we ran into a band at Aylesbury Friars, a biggish venue in Oxfordshire, England. They were a four-piece from Ireland called U2. They seemed like nice fellows and they sounded pretty good, but we didn’t keep in touch. They’re probably taxi drivers and accountants by now.

I realize that I am not a journalist. So anything I say is not important.

I don't like my politicians entertaining me and I don't like my entertainers politicianing me.

A new survey says one in three adults will be dressing up for Halloween. As for me, I'm not going to do anything. I'm going as Congress.

I used to psych myself up before the show and now I do the complete opposite: I psych myself down. It's 12:30 at night, you don't want some guy yelling at you. You want some guy just talking to you.

Stand by your bed and salute me.

Technically my dog's naked most of the time. Except halloween, when I dress him up as Liza Minelli.