I think maybe what happened was the convenience of technology overshadowed the experience of holding an album in your hands, and sitting on your bedroom floor, and staring at a picture of John Lennon or Gene Simmons or Johnny Rotten. That tangible experience can sometimes become an even more emotional experience, because it's really happening.

My mother was a public school teacher in Virginia, and we didn't have any money, we just survived on happiness, on being a happy family.

You will only be great at things you love to do don't pursue a career in something you hate to do.

When I sit down to interview people, I don't hold questions and I don't know the answers. They're more like conversations that become lessons.

I taught myself how to play the guitar, I taught myself how to play the drums, and I kind of fake doing both of them. But drumming comes more natural to me, and it just feels better.

When there's so much left to do, why spend your time focusing on things you've already done, counting trophies or telling stories about the good old days?

I'd like to imagine I won't end up in Hell, but I think I've done too much acid and listened to too much death metal to sit on a cloud next to God with angels floating above my head.