Retail should never ever tell the copyright owner how their stuff is sold.

Life is like therapy - real expensive and no guarantees.

When you sit on something trying to preserve it, you die and become sterile.

That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.

I wore bell bottoms in elementary school. Never wore elephant bells. Remember, this was middle Oklahoma in the '70s.

While I'm playing baseball, I'm still writing songs and having tapes sent to me. I'm sure I'll spend a lot of time in the whirlpool resting these tired bones, so I'll be thinking of music then.

Somebody that comes and dumps a brand-new album on me and doesn't play the old stuff, I'm pissed!