There are a lot of people who look great but can’t sing.
I am having so much fun performing, I feel almost guilty. I think, my God, I hope no one comes and busts me for this.
Don’t waste the time. Time is the final currency, man. Not money, not power – it’s time.
I want to look at myself the way I do on purpose, because if you aggrandize and try to look at yourself the way a fan does or the way a reviewer does or the way – God bless them, they all got a right to, everybody’s got a right to an opinion about it.
I don’t think being angry is useful or healthy, and usually when I get angry, my brain just goes right out the window. Boom, as soon as the adrenaline hits, instant stupid. Just add water and mix.
I write very sporadically. I write sometimes three things in a week and then nothing for a year. I make a space for it but I don’t push it. They just come and they come.
The people who run record companies now wouldn’t know a song if it flew up their nose and died. They haven’t a clue, and they don’t care. You tell them that, and they go, Yeah? So, your point is?
My father being in the movie business, I thought being an actor would be great. But when I started singing to people in coffeehouses, you know, singing folk music and then, later, singing songs that I started to write myself, I felt more than an affinity for it.
Sometimes the entire thing comes out in one burst. Sometimes you hack away at a thing for years before you get something that satisfies you.
There has never been a communism that worked. They were all dictatorships or oligarchies, every single one.