You know what rock musicians are? They are hung up, neurotic, over-weight hippies with sex problems.

A song without a hook is like a train without rails. It skitters all over the place, bangs into everything. Boom! Crash! There goes Grand Central Station. Crushed by a train.

I am a one-trick pony. If you tell most people to draw a picture of a tree, they'd draw 35 branches and 10,000 leaves. I will draw you a tree with four branches and three leaves, and I'll spend the rest of the week drawing inside of each leaf. In terms of the grand gesture, I reserve that maximum turbo blast energy for what I do as an artist, and I sing and dance for dinner.

The problem with self-improvement is knowing when to quit.

I'm gonna abandon my spirit to them, which is actually what I attempt to do. You work yourself up into that state and you fall in supplication of the demon gods.

Whether I'm on for a day or whether I'm on for a year, at the end of the day, I sing for my dinner.

I'm a family man. I personally started 3 or 4 families last year.