Will punk rock ever die? Pal, if you have to ask it's dead to you.

Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.

Creating problems is easy. We do it all the time. Finding solutions, ones that last and produce good results, requires guts and care.

As a young person, I was on the road playing music, so I was getting new environments shoved in my face whether I wanted them or not.

How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.

The average is the borderline that keeps mere men in their place. Those who step over the line are heroes by the very act. Go.

I am basically working 7 days a week. When I am not eating, sleeping, or working out, I am working on one of projects which I am just damned determined to finish.