I hate the road so much. I almost go into a cocoon with my own people out there.

I hate the road so much. I almost go into a cocoon with my own people out there.

I love to rock 'n roll. But my finest suit, of all the things I do, is as a songwriter.

He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand, his gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand.

My dad was vehemently opposed to electric guitars. He did not look on that kind of music as legitimate in any way

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

Lessons learned are like bridges burned you only need to cross them but once. Is the knowledge gained worth the price of the pain, are the spoils worth the cost of the hunt?