I’m not interested in pop art.
I’m prepared to spend the rest of my life playing clubs, if that means I’m playing music that I believe in.
I walked away from going to church when I was 8. I didn’t set foot in another church until I was 28.
I’ve seen foreigners really shift on their view of America, and that’s hard for me to take.
If you don’t fit into this kind of like gossipy, trendy, Web-hit thingy, you’re relegated to sort of second-class celebrity status.
In my particular instance, I came from a family that didn’t have anything. Everything I earned in life I made. Myself. With songs that I wrote.
Everybody I’m working with now is a friend. And I would be very, very remiss to work with anybody in the future who has not shown me who they really are.
It’s a simple formula for me now, I don’t play any song I don’t want to play.
Radiohead and Our Lady Peace are doing the seven layers of guitar, and I kind of jumped on that before anyone else did.
People think I take some sort of masochistic pleasure out of putting out music that’s gonna be unpopular.
The reason I don’t play any of the old songs is because I really honor my old band, and I think that those songs are best served within the context of that band.
I was brought up Roman Catholic. I’m not even baptized.
My father was a guitar player, and I was raised with a super high standard of what good guitar playing was.
It’s important for people to talk and get beyond the wall of Facebook and social media.
I grew up in the suburbs and basically associate the suburbs with cultural death.
I grew up in a house of no love or emotion – it kind of sticks with you.
I met Scott Stapp when the band was first coming up, great guy. I haven’t seen him for years, but a great guy.
I was trying to be this person who is cool, eternally rocking.
In 1992, with the weight of a perceived world on our shoulders, we disappeared into a parking garage to write the songs that would change the course of our lives forever. ‘Siamese Dream’ represents all of our dreams coming true, while the dreams of a happy band fell apart.
That was a terrible Super Bowl, I have to say. I mean you got the big Peyton Manning walk off into the sunset win, but what a shnoozo.