A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

Once I got the open tunings for some reason, I began to get the harmonic sophistication that I heard that my musical fountain inside was excited by. Once I got some interesting chords to play with, my writing began to come.

I learned a woman is never an old woman.

I have lost my credibility as a hit maker because of these side excursions into other branches of music; by not being consistent. Consistency seems to be all-important.

I didn't like the sound of people gasping at the mere mention of my name. It horrified me...

Because Elvis gave 'em cars, you think I'm cheap.