It’s not really difficult to go from one voice into the next. It’s like asking you to sing a line of Happy Birthday and then Goodnight Irene – assuming you know the words to both those songs.
You know those award shows. The cliche is that it’s an honor just to be nominated, but that happens to be true. Whoever wins it in the end, I don’t know, sometimes it feels arbitrary. Sometimes it feels like it’s deserving.
I guess I’m used to seeing actors, but rock musicians still hold a special magic for me.
Being funny with a funny voice is more my comfort zone, a broader character that I try to humanize, a kind of silly or wacky persona that I try to fill in.
Guys will definitely settle for women who get the joke. But a woman who can make you laugh? It’s not high on a guy’s must list. Perhaps it should be.
I ask for a lot of advice from different fathers – all kinds of dads.
I’ve met a lot of rock stars when they come to The Simpsons, and almost every one of them I get really freaked out.
I bartended for a catering company for two or three years.
I did a lot of theater in college, and I knew that not many people make it, but I just figured, ‘Well, I really want to try acting while I’m young, and I don’t ever want to look back and say that I never gave it a try.’ I fully figured I’d be back in grad school – probably for psychology.
I don’t really remember much about the ’60s at all. You know, 1970 is the first year I remember pretty well.
You never know who’s going to kill you until you meet them.