One time. In 1965. August, for about an hour, I was both fine AND dandy at the same time. But nobody asked me how I was.

Regarding jam sessions: Jazz musicians are the only workers I can think of who are willing to put in a full shift for pay and then go somewhere else and continue to work for free.

Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.

Why should it be illegal to sell something that's perfectly legal to give away?

I sort of gave up on this whole human adventure a long time ago, divorced myself from it emotionally. It gives me an artistic detachment that I find valuable. I think the human race has squandered its gift, and I think this country has squandered its promise, for the sake of cell phones and Jet Skis.

Why is there such controversy about drug testing? I know plenty of guys who'd be willing to test any drug they can come up with.

Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.