Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

I'm certainly not a Robin Hood, I'm not that way. I don't want to come through, burn everybody for $200 a ticket and then they can't afford to come see me again. Plus, I just don't think it's right. I don't think we need that much money. I just do what seems like the logical thing to do.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.

No matter how long you play the guitar, there's always something else to learn.

Most things I worry about never happen anyway.

When I decided to be a musician I reckoned that that was going to be the way of less profit, less money. I was sort of giving up the idea of making a lot of money. It was what I loved to do. I would have done it anyway. If I'd had to work at Taco Bell I'd have still been out at night trying to play music.