I don't know, my music has always just come from where the wind blew me. Like where I'm at during a particular moment in time.

I love the music. I'm never, ever tired of playing it.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

Most things I worry about never happen anyway.

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

There used to be this real sense of community integrity in rock. It has really eroded. Everyone seems to be on their own now.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.