I remember playing the guitar through the amplifier facing out the window of my house onto the street in the summer time - that was social media in 1992.

The outcome of a still veracitless life. Am I livin' it right?

Anybody who's made it will tell you, you can make it. Anyone who hasn't made it will tell you, you can't

My fear is that I go up to the girl of my dreams and say 'I'm sorry, but I've got to say hello to you,' and she slides the stool back and gets up and walks away, saying, 'Not for me, Bub. I don't want anything to do with you.'

I am beginning to know what it feels like to be a woman. To have people looking at you all the time. And I'm sorry ladies, I had no idea! But people are looking at me all the time. It's like I have musical boobies!

I may have taken someone through the wringer psychologically, but I've never been sinister.

I believe in blues, and I believe that it's been misrepresented.