I play the living hell out of my guitars daily, and as sure as the sun rises in the east, killer licks, ideas, grooves, patterns and songs erupt every time.

Brilliant thoughts flow with a life of their own to a dedicated reasoning predator up in a tree with a bow and arrow half the year meditating soulfully in anticipation to kill unsuspecting meat-infested herbivores.

You remember the night that you left me, you put me in my place. Got you in a stranglehold now baby, gonna crush your face.

When the law disarms good guys, bad guys rejoice.

I don't care if it's Bruno Mars or Aerosmith or ZZ Top... it's about songs. 'Paperback Writer,' 'Satisfaction,' 'Cat Scratch Fever,' 'Walk This Way,' all the killer songs in the world start with an identifiable guitar pattern that is basically a bastardization of either honky-tonk or boogie-woogie. And that's in every cool piece of music in the world that you and I love.

If the coyote's in your living room pissing on your couch, it's not the coyote's fault. It's your fault for not shooting him.

The government is so out of control. It is so bloated and infested with fraud and deceit and corruption and abuse of power.