You know, I'm fifty-two now and I call myself a singer. Before I kick it I want to be able to carry a tune in a living room if called upon. Of course, mine come out all dark and twisted and weird.

I try to beat back the producers and engineers so they - there's not an excess of stuff used to squeeze my voice to make it artificial. There's a person in there, and people will listen; if they hear another person speak to them, they'll listen because it's lonely out here.

I find it hard to focus looking forward. So I look backward.

What the world needs right now... a good, artistic, gothic, terrifying scare

I smoked this joint and then it hit me. I thought, what you gotta do is play your own simply blues.

The people who were learning from me tended to be more commercial performers who were gonna rip off the salient idea to do it in a way that will sell, but they weren't going for the music.

I kinda feel like everything comes full circle in life, even though that's a cliche.