I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

Eleven on a scale of ten, honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend.

That's maybe the most important thing each generation does, is to break a lot of rules and make up their own way of doing things.

Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?

I’m going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.

So I had a couple of years of playing trumpet. I really enjoyed it, but it was not the kind of instrument you could whip out at a party. Let's face it.