All this machinery making modern music can still be open-hearted. Not so boldly charted, it's really just a question of your honesty.

Could hell be a place where there is no self-respect? A place where people have no pride in their own existence or behavior, and thus would have none for anyone or anything else?

People don't realize the limitations of 200 words, and the way they get chiselled down into a song that has to be sung.

To me, the highest expression of life is art with jokes. It's very rarified, very difficult to accomplish if you want to be more than just funny, and more than just jokes about human gaseousness.

To me, drum soloing is like doing a marathon and solving equations at the same time.

All this machinery making modern music can still be open-hearted. Not so boldly charted, it's really just a question of your honesty.

Throw off those chains of reason and your prison disappears.