I wouldn't wear a tie-dyed tee-shirt unless it was dyed with the urine of Phil Collins and the blood of Jerry Garcia.

My body is damaged from music in two ways. I have a red irritation in my stomach. It's psychosomatic, caused by all the anger and the screaming. I have scoliosis, where the curvature of your spine is bent, and the weight of my guitar has made it worse. I'm always in pain, and that adds to the anger in our music.

I’m worse at what I do best.

I don’t wanna have any other kind of job. I can’t work among people. I may as well try & make a career out of this. All my life my dream has been to be a big rock star - just may as well abuse it while you can.

I get a thrill meeting kids who are into alternative music.

If you guys throw one more shoe or one more coin, I'm just going to leave my guitar next to my amp and there's going to be massive feed back for an hour.

If it's illegal to rock and roll, throw my ass in jail!