I enjoy getting people angry and getting underneath their skin, especially people who don't think.

The last true punk band to get a major label contract was The Dickies.

What they're not doing is marketing the Dead Kennedys in the spirit of what the band stood for.

I didn't really start writing music or lyrics or turning them into songs until I went to San Francisco.

Shut up, be happy. Obey all orders without question. The happiness you have demanded is now mandatory.

In 1965, my father was just twirling the dial of the radio to find something that would make me go to sleep, and as soon as I heard rock and roll there was no stopping me. It was during the height of Beatlemania and the British invasion, but I gravitated toward the harder, heavier music going on then, you know, the early Rolling Stones, the good Rolling Stones, and Paul Revere and the Raiders, who don't get the credit they deserve for spearheading the American '60s garage sound.

I got out of that immediately was that now, all of a sudden, rock music had become a spectator sport, that corporate labels and their bands were the new establishment, and punk was there to fight them the way the activist hippies must have fought what the establishment must have been ten years before. And it was interesting to see the reactions in different parts of the country.