We were a really crazy band. This was in '73. I had my hair real short with a white stripe down the middle of my head. The guitarists had pink hair. We weren't playing CBGB's either, we were playing Statesborough, Georgia, for cowboys on penny beer night. We used to keep crowbars onstage when fights would break out. Those were really wild times.

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.

[My father did] advertising. That's why I got into this business. I think because we're really boxes of soap - actors and singers. You're artists, but in the public eye it's a matter of advertising.

I was the only guy who is referred to as Mr. Smith in the New York Times and in the same week as Sexy Rexy in some teen magazine.

Movies are so weird. I don't believe anything until it's already done.

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.

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.