I came up to New York at 20 with a suitcase and a ceramic tiger. That was my one piece of furniture and I wanted to save it.

I don't know a lot of guys who started out as a hard rock and roller with a white stripe in their hair. Suddenly I do a TV movie and I wake up the next day and I'm a teen idol, like I'd laid on a beach in California all my life waiting for that to happen.

I was named after the next-door neighbor's German shepherd. It was either that or Cadillac Smith.

When I got out of high school I hit the road. I lived like a gypsy. Those were the best times of my life. I was living from club to club not knowing where my next meal was coming from. No credit cards, no apartment, no bills, no managers, just on the road with a truck and five guys.

I'm too much of a planner. I would have been a dentist; that's what I was thinking of being. Dr. Rex, open wide and say "Ah." I think I'd look good in a smock.

Everything is disposable now: disposable lighters, disposable blades, disposable stars. They inflate you up for one big deal and then they look for someone else.

I have long-range plans, but you always have to wait for business to catch up with you. It's a matter of contracts and meetings catching up with your ideas of what you want to accomplish in life.