When I heard the Beatles, I thought thats it. That's what I want to be. I want to be a Beatle.

My son Jack just got out of rehab, he's 17 years old and he got hooked on Oxycontin and I'm just a little pissed off that he never gave me a few.

He protected his feelings in walls he imagined, but castles crumble exposing the frightened child.

I'd like to sing songs that are mellower. I don't want to be screaming when I'm 60.

The birth of a doubt that was once your belief is drowning in the tears that you cry.

All that stuff about heavy metal and hard rock, I don't subscribe to any of that. It's all just music. I mean, the heavy metal from the Seventies sounds nothing like the stuff from the Eighties, and that sounds nothing like the stuff from the Nineties. Who's to say what is and isn't a certain type of music?

None of us is perfect. Everyone has got a skeleton in the closet that they don't want people to find out. I just let it go, with a bit of humor.