Stick with your heart and you'll be fine.

There is that unpredictability of the seasons that I enjoy. I like the threat of a tornado. I like the threat of four feet of snow.

I think it should be evident by now, but I'm as lost as anyone.

Reading music is like listening to flowers. I don't understand the concept.

Then again, I think about high school every day and I think about being a little kid every day too.

I didn't wake up one morning and not be in the Replacements. We're all that forever, and I've just grown older. I mean, I haven't lost anything. I've gained a few things.

Stick with your heart and you'll be fine.