I only remember a few things about Jimmy Carter. He had big lips and liked peanuts. I now know that Jimmy Carter was and is a good man.

I've always quit jobs without telling the employer that I was quitting; I just wouldn't show up one day.

What people don't realize is that the so-called Seattle grunge scene grew out of several close-knit gourmet supper clubs - we would only pick up guitars to pass the time while our dishes were simmering, baking, boiling, etc.

I sing and play the guitar, and I'm a walking, talking bacterial infection.

I own a '66 Jaguar. That's the guitar I polish, and baby - I refuse to let anyone touch it when I jump into the crowd.

There is nothing I can say that I haven't thought before.

I wish there had been a music business 101 course I could have taken.