I didn't really like the taste of booze. I liked the effect it did on me. But I can't say I savored a glass full of Chablis Chablis 1932. I drank whatever s - - was in front of me and got me buzzed.

I was curious, given the swimming pools of booze I’ve guzzled over the years - not to mention all of the cocaine, morphine, sleeping pills, cough syrup, LSD, Rohypnol… there’s really no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. Maybe my DNA could say why.

I would lock myself in my room and drink a case of Corona and smoke a load of pot.

As I'm getting older a lot of my friends I used to go out and party with, they're all dead. The fact that I've been through that, I'm not proud of the fact that I've been through all that, but it's part of my journey. I'm lucky to be alive. I'm lucky to be playing music.

I'm hoping to do a Broadway musical on the life of Rasputin. He's someone I can definitely identify with.

Let me explain something to you - you have not been standing in front of thirty thousand decibals for thirty-five years - write me a note!

The ministry of fear that won't let you live. The ministry of grace that doesn't forgive.