This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.

I'm certainly not thrilled with everything the Eagles did, but there are some things I'm quite proud of.

I'm blessed with a pretty good voice. So just sitting back there banging on the tubs wasn't enough.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.

I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here, when good was good and evil was evil, before things got fuzzy.

Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.