You mean to say that when an imbecile walks into a church, office, day care center, or school, stumbling about, almost zombie-like, with gun-filled hands at his side, blabbering incoherently to his next victim, the reaction of grown men and women is to run, cry, whimper, and hide under a desk or pew? The sheeping of America is nearly complete.

Music is the great connector.

A man must stand up for what he believes in - especially in this culture war between good and evil.

My baby she'll take a chance, my baby got a brand new dance, Wango Tango, Wango Tango.

I stand humbled on bended knee but, of course, the response to that would be 'Duh!' And to be given that incredible honor means that I represent the piss and vinegar, the energy, the defiance, the musicality of the Funk Brothers and Motown and Mitch Ryder and Bob Seger, Brownsville Station and Grand Funk Railroad and Eminem and Jack White and Kid Rock - are you kidding me?

If it was up to me, if you uttered the word 'gun control,' we'd put you in jail.

Animals have rights, to be smothered with garlic and butter!