To me, the main thing about living on this planet is to know who the hell you are and be real about it. That's the reason I'm still alive.

It's called the mysterious rhythm of life, ... I can't quite account for it. It's probably an addiction, quite honestly. I need that shot of stage every two or three years.

I've always been suspicious of TV, I've always found music and video to be an unhappy marriage.

Some things get better with age. Like me.

Music works in mysterious ways. Once it goes in you have no idea what it can do to you.

One guy can ruin an instrument. Jimi Hendrix, bless his heart - how I wish he was still around - almost inadvertently ruined guitar. Because he was the only cat who could do it like that. Everybody else just screwed it up, and thought wailing away (on the guitar) is the answer. But it ain't; you've got to be a Jimi to do that, you've got to be one of the special cats.

Fame has killed more very talented guys than drugs. Jimi Hendrix didn't die of an overdose, he died of fame.