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.

God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.

They read all the books, but they can't find the answers.

Look, demanding somebody do anything in this day and age is not going to fly.

Songs can be Trojan horses, taking charged ideas and sneaking past the ego's defenses and into the open mind.

Nothing feels worse than having to break the stage down before the performance, and I mean nothing.

I'm having the time of my life figuring out this next move.