Punk is not really a style of music. It was more like a state of mind.

The only thing new is you finding out about something. Like nothing's really new, but you reinvent it for yourself and find your inner voice.

Life is definitely not a rehearsal, this is it.

The engine room really is a metaphor for my head, and all the things bangin' around, and I think I share that with a lot of people. A lot of memories, and a lot of hopes, and a lot of just dealing with the day-to-day. Sometimes it gets all abstract.

There was a thing during those times in the '80s where it was like Sex Pistols then Nirvana and nothing in between.

You know there was always a confusion that punk was a style of music.

These hurts I have are my fault but I'm sure gonna learn from it and hopefully anyone reading this will too. The lesson: stay aware on a bicycle and look up the road in front of you at all times to make sure you can deal with what's coming and the condition of the road you're gonna be rolling down!