Retirement in another country is your body is too racked with pain and your hands are too arthritic from the life in the rice patty fields, so you can't work anymore.

The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.

I know that collector types can be a pain in the neck and seem perpetually frozen in time - or at least in their parents' basement - but someone has to look out for the past, lest it slip away forever.

Florida is a crazy place, and I have played some of the wildest shows of my life here.

I take the work seriously, just not myself in it.

When people make my country look bad, I can't stand it.

August brings into sharp focus and a furious boil everything I've been listening to in the late spring and summer.