No one is born with hate in their heart. Hate is something that has been taught. It is not an innate survival skill that we need; It is a form of stupidity that penetrates our minds and will eventually destroy us.
People don’t always realize that a record is forever. It’ll always be there under your name. You’ve got to be certain that it’s right.
The future’s too bright to dwell on the past. Life moves fast, run faster.
Emo always meant emotional. Any kind of art or music should be emotional. If its not, than it’s pretty much just a jingle selling bleach or pizza.
My name is Frank Iero and I hate mushrooms. All mushrooms. No matter how they’re prepared, I feel like they’re all slimy and they taste like dirt.
Everything I’ve ever dreamed of, everything in my wildest dreams, is coming true.
About six years ago my family was affected by multiple sclerosis.
No one is born with hate in their heart...
These are dangerous days we live in and you, the artists, are our last defense.
This is a dream come true. I have wanted to tour with Green Day since I was 15.
Anytime you put yourself in a creative box, it’s going to stifle you; it’s not conducive to the writing or recording process.
If you don’t listen, you’re never gonna learn.
Publishing the lyric books, poetry or comics of other musicians I know. That’s the thing I really want to break into!
I also remember the second band I was in ever. We were called Hybrid. We got a show at this local street fair, and we were playing on the back of a flatbed truck. There was an ad in the paper, and it said that ‘Hybird’ is playing. I was so mad.
I would rather be trampled by thousands of children than touch a spider.
If you lose count of how many cookies you ate, the calorie intake ceases to exist. True story.
Having kids had a big effect on me, but nothing more than when they started to get older- that really made me realize how fleeting each moment is.
I was feeling miserable physically, in a lot of pain to the point where it was almost crippling me, especially creatively. I decided to take that and use it as an inspiration for getting out of bed and making something again.
You can only hold on to something for so long and enjoy it just by yourself, what’s the point? It’s very selfish. For better or for worse, I feel like the point of all of this is to make someone feel something.
When you break it all down, my punk rock is my dad’s blues. It’s music from the underground, and it’s real, and it’s written for the downtrodden in uncertain times.