Follow your musical instincts. Do what you feel is right. Don't be relegated to a certain category.

It was 1967, and the hippie thing was happening. I got into experimenting with drugs while I was in college in Michigan.

Follow your musical instincts. Do what you feel is right. Don't be relegated to a certain category.

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

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

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

I'm just as insufferable and useless as every other dad is. The dynamic never changes, no matter what you do for a living.