Somebody asked my friend Bob Seger, Why do you think the Eagles broke up? He said, Hotel California.

Money was a much saner goal than adoration. They'll both drive you crazy but if I'm going to blow my brains out for five years, I want something to show for it.

I think it would be nice to sell 15 million albums as a solo artist. I'd have to deal with all the repercussions of that, but that wouldn't be too bad.

It's a losing proposition, but one you can't refuse. It's the politics of contraband, it's the smuggler's blues.

The last two years with the Eagles were pretty intense times. There was a lot of drinking and we were all getting high a lot. My parents were relieved when I got off the Eagles treadmill.

People don't care how you feel. You need to paint pictures, you need to tell stories. That's what people want. They want to be entertained. Then all of the other stuff kind of filters across as part of the whole thing.

Detroit... where 'mother' is half a word.