I guess I'll just slip into the studio after the next time with the Muses, and then just keel over and die.

That's my dream job, to be able to mail songs out to people who want to hear them. Paste my face on them and not travel all over the world trying to sell them.

My brother and I were meditating before we were 6 years old, having to stare at the wall and chant.

I've always chosen my band members based on their sense of humor. It might sound stupid, but it means not only are they fun to live with on a tour bus for years, but humor implies intelligence.

We need a day of the dead. That's a perfect celebration.

Popular music sucks so bad right now.

I guess I'll just slip into the studio after the next time with the Muses, and then just keel over and die.