I'm ready to take the heat.

It really sucks when music is so perfect you just don't need to hear it anymore.

My inspirations don't come from outer space, they just come to me. I have no idea why they come when they do.

If someone can relate my guitar solo to an exercise in a book ... that's no fun at all.

Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

We have been threatened by a local conservative group who said they will picket the show unless I am fired and taken off the bill and replaced by someone else.…