Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.

I just hate to be in one corner. I hate to be put as only a guitar player, or either only as a songwriter, or only as a tap dancer. I like to move around.

I was trying to do too many things at the same time, which is my nature. But I was enjoying it, and I still do enjoy it.

Rock is so much fun. That's what it's all about - filling up the chest cavities and empty kneecaps and elbows.

Your people I do not understand, so to you I shall put an end, and you'll never hear surf music again.

Looks like my baby dont live here no more...thats alright, ive still got my guitar..I might as well go back over yonder, way back across the hills, if my baby dont love me no more....i know her...sister will

A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.