I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.
Texas is a hotbed of insanely good bands and musicians.
There's nothing funny about, 'Yeah, I took a First Class plane ticket and I went to some designer beach and made out with a Laotian slave girl.' Who cares?
To this day, my haircut is the number two clippers, which I apply to myself every month.
There is no heaven for me and no hell. And certainly not any Karma.
In the summer of '84, you just couldn't escape the Born in the USA record.