For me, life is writing and I can do it anywhere. It doesn't matter where I am. I listen. I write. I live.

Today's woman puts on wigs, fake eyelashes, false nails, sixteen pounds of make-up/shadows/blushes/creams, living bras, various pads that would make a linebacker envious, has implants and assorted other surgeries, then complains that she cannot find a 'real' man

I think that every collective that you witness occurring on a stage, it's not about any one of the individuals. There's something that's happened that's kind of put all that stuff together into a much bigger result ... some alchemy.

I would hope they would be our fellow artists, rather than trying to emulate or idolize clowns like us.

But you know, I'm the negative-Nancy, curmudgeon, glass-half-empty-with-a-leak-in-it guy - which is basically the fuel that fires me up anyway. Without that, we wouldn't have me.

But I'm a hot-blooded Italian by nature. Whatever the situation you present, I'm going to make something out of it.

I can't be a legend yet. I'm not dead.