My first guitar was a Gibson Challenger.

I've always been in this sort of perpetual state of existential longing. I feel like something's missing.

I want to paint. That is probably going to sound so pretentious coming from someone who's been a musician.

I am not dead inside. I still care about right and wrong.

What happens when your dream comes true - when the spotlight is on and then it moves away?

People are complex. I'm just showing my complexity.

Once I picked up an electric guitar, I lost interest in piano, and I just wanted to rock. I studied piano for so long, I got burned out on it.