For me, music was an age/time/place thing. One day I woke up and realized I was done. That was many years ago.

You can get what you want. Never sell out. Don't break. Don't weaken. Don't let the kindness of strangers be your salvation, for it is no salvation at all. Unless you sleep alone, you sleep with the enemy. Never come out of the storm. On the other hand, maybe you should. You don't have what it takes to go the hard way. Come out of the cold and sit by the fire. Let them warm you with the smiles and promise of friendship's fortune. Lose your edge. A soft body and chained mind suit you. Chances are you don't have what it takes to walk the frozen trail. Stay home and relax.

As you do with any band you're in, you get to know everyone too well all too soon. When you're crammed into a small space, proximity leads to familiarity.

My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.

There's something about being under-rested and knowing that the situation is going to remain that way for quite some time that makes things more meaningful.

It's hard to judge literary merit.

I love to go on stage and sing.