Music to me is mankind’s greatest possible achievement because look at all the good it does.
My love runs deeper than the wounds.
Love beyond the damage.
Guns are part of the American identity.
The scars will take me far, they always do.
I have healthy disagreements with political parties I’m not aligned with, but I don’t think it should be to the point where we’re cursing and trying to strangle each other.
We’re at peak oil, peak water, peak resources, and so either we figure it out and let science lead or we head down a very bad, dark trail to where a lot of people aren’t going to make it.
I never think of what it’s going to be like later. I only think in the present tense. The only time I think backwards is when I have to reissue something.
I think self-reliance and self-responsibility and self-accountability will help you as a parent, a teacher, as a citizen as a friend.
I don’t have talent. I have tenacity.
My fear is naked, I’m naked and fearless, and my fear is naked!
There’s always going to be a need for activism; there’s always going to be a need for you and me doing the right thing, being very Lincoln-sonian in looking out for each other.
I’m not interested in censorship. I like the First Amendment very much.
But can a song stop a war? If Bob Marley and Bob Dylan couldn’t do it, it can’t be done.
I don’t know how much you follow current events. For some, there’s not enough time to keep up on what’s happening; for others, the news is too depressing, and peering too deeply fills one with boiling frustration all too quickly.
Musicians should not play music. Music should play musicians.
Life is death in slow motion.
I listen to blues music a lot and that’s a good person feeling bad and celebrating that pain by releasing it in that kind of joyous fashion.
One person’s roar is another’s whine, just as one person’s music is another’s unendurable noise.
If there is one set of laws, one Constitution for every citizen, its protections hopefully applied equally to all, then why do the results seem to differ so radically? What do you call that? Look around – you’re living in it.