Music is the chalk to the blackboard of life. Without it everything is a blank slate

Drunken talk isn’t meant to be printed in the paper.

I always stay out of the rehearsal room you know when they first come in. Then once they had chance to play a little bit, then I walk in. Because I've seen guys fall apart.

What I've got to live up to, is being myself. If I do that, the rest will take care of itself.

I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.

Other arms reach out to me, Other eyes smile tenderly, Still in peaceful dreams I see, The road leads back to you.

Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.