When you're gay every party is a bad sweater party.

The key is to get it all down on paper before the coffee stops telling you you're talented.

The other thing is that I'm a pretty moody guy, but no one really wants to see a normal-looking guy complain about things or talk about being unhappy. That's hard. Most people are like, 'Well, you have all your hair and you're tall, so why are you unhappy?' That can be limiting.

I always wanted to make strangers and friends and family laugh. I was over ten years younger than my brothers. It was hard to get attention without some kind of gimmick, like athletic stardom or being funny.

Say what you will about Gypsy women, but they are remarkable assessors of blues guitar talent.

Maybe a silver lining to growing old is being able to watch Usual Suspects for the first time, again.

As a child I most closely identified with Charlie Browns teacher. Nobody listened.