Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight. Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright. Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light

Strats are my favorite electric guitars, and I've got quite a collection.

I'm a child of the woods. I have that sort of sensibility.

Mystery's a thing not easily captured, and once deceased, not easily exhumed.

I've always got about four albums in my head.

Too many hearts have been broken, failing to trust what they feel.

My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man, I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.