On the road, I weigh 168. At home, ten more.
Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.
More men die of jealousy than of cancer.
I've had a wonderful life with music.
The atmosphere defines the environment of sound.
I was one of those dark, quiet kids that wrote poetry.
Women hear rhythm differently than men.
The piano is kind of my second instrument.
Amy King is a true bard.
It's amazing how stress keeps you trim.
Networking is rubbish; have friends instead.
Thanksgiving, our eminent moral holiday, doesn't have much for children. At its heart are conversation, food, drink, and fellowship - all perks of adulthood.
I want to write a book of poetry, as well as children's stories.
Music. It's all creativity right here, right now.
I've never used ethnic music as decoration for profit.
The only certainty is death.
This band has never had an argument. It's just amazing.
Just going on the road and entertaining the fans, that's amazing.
I go to great pains to find the best yogurt and granola.
Thanksgiving, man. Not a good day to be my pants.
A faith to live by, a self to live with, and a purpose to live for.
