Between each album I try to gain a new insight that I didn't have before and perhaps write a song about something that I've written about before, but from a fresh viewpoint.

We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.

I could have played more complex stuff. I could have been a busier player. But that's not what I wanted to do. I played what I wanted to play.

The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.

Playing the drums hurts my back.

We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds in the name of destiny and in the name of God.

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