I met a redneck on a Grecian isle who did the Goat Dance very well.

The rock & roll industry is very incestuous, and we have all been close at one time or another. A lot of beautiful music and a lot of beautiful times came from that. A lot of pain, too, because, inevitably, different relationships broke up.

Lazy reviewers look up other people's reviews and they write the same thing, so you get people writing crap based on crap.

My individual, psychological descent coincided, ironically, with my ascent into the public eye.

Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living.

Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.

I have one piece of music, since 1997, and I don't see it having lyrics. Where does it go in this world? So I haven't recorded it.