I hate the solo artist aspect of rock-‘n’-roll. I don’t have enough personality or charisma to be a solo star.
To me the most important thing is getting into a studio and making an album that is 12 or 14 amazing songs, getting up onstage, and making people happy by livening the rock.
We only do what feels right. If something feels forced or contrived, then we pull back. We remain the Foo Fighters.
When something good comes your way, you better feel fortunate, because it doesn’t last forever.
When it comes to making an album I take that very seriously. I am meticulous, overworked. That’s my time to put everything under the microscope.
I think I’m scared a lot. I’m scared of almost everything. And I’m constantly trying to work my way through each obstacle, whether it’s a present, past, or future relationship.
I think actually singing the words is more therapeutic than just sitting down to write them, because then you are letting it out, and it’s coming from your gut.
I had long hair since I was 17 years old. It was time for me to let go. I hated being the guy at the wedding in a suit with a ponytail.
It’s nice when people are happy to hear that you’re still alive, rather than feeling like “Oh, finally he’s dead?”
I don’t want to say that most rock bands live these formulaic biography existences – but they kinda do. There’s always a divorce. There’s always an OD. There’s always a bad business manager.
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you f – ing like something, like it.
Sometimes, you can’t save someone from themselves.
For, in a world full of Barbies, every girl needs a Joan Jett.
But with friends, you design your own relationship, which in turn designs your grief, which can be felt even deeper when they are gone. Those can be roots that are much harder to pull.
I was born to let my freak flag fly and celebrate all of life’s beautiful eccentricities.
And there is no love like a mother’s love. It is life’s greatest song. We are all indebted to the women who have given us life. For without them, there would be no music.
To me, that is beauty. Not the gleam of prefabricated perfection, but the road-worn beauty of individuality, time, and wisdom.
I love my children as I was loved as a child, and I pray that they will do the same when their time comes. Some cycles are meant to be broken. Some are meant to be reinforced.
I stopped trying to understand fate and destiny a long time ago, but dumb luck seems to be my specialty.
After all, you are only as happy as your unhappiest child.