Im the mold that grunge was grown in.
There's only two kinds of music: the blues and zippety doo-dah.
There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.
All of a sudden there's a song - there in your hotel room playing your guitar - and you write it, and two or three years later it will come true. It keeps you on your toes.
Now the dark air is like fire on my skin, And even the moonlight is blinding
What I do is between me and the Lord, to examine and possibly alter the state of grace in which I live, and thereby the state of grace of anybody who listens.