Piano playing is a dying art. I love the fact that I can be one guy with one instrument evoking an emotional and musical experience.
The Rolling Stones set the bar to where I look to as a band. But I don’t envision myself touring in the way they do. My knees won’t hold out.
Women have always ruled my life, be it my mother, my wife, my assistant, or my daughter, so I don’t really fight with them. I relinquished control years ago.
I don’t work well outside the lines; my report card once read, ‘doesn’t play well with others.’
I think record companies are criminals.
Map out your future, but do it in pencil.
For years, I’ve had a hankering for the portrait of Benjamin Franklin by Joseph Duplessis. Franklin is credited with so many inventions: the postal system, lightning rods, the constitution. He was a rock star before there was such a thing.
The internet and social networking are new avenues for the next Bob Dylan to be born on.
The only thing I like more than my wife is my money, and I’m not about to lose that to her and her lawyers, that’s for damn sure.
Women rule the world. It’s not really worth fighting because they know what they’re doing. Ask Napoleon. Ask Adam. Ask Richard Burton or Richie Sambora. Many a man has crumbled.
How can the Replacements be the best band of the 80s when I’ve never even heard of them?
My health and my family are the core of my being.
I pray every day, several times. It soothes me. I don’t ask for anything, except for health.
You think you know me just because you know my name, think you’ve seen me ’cause you’ve seen every line on my face.
When the world gets in my face, I say, ‘Have a nice day.’
I’m not a big disco guy.
There’s not a platinum record hanging in my house anywhere. It doesn’t exist here. I’m over it. They’re all in the garage, wrapped up in bubblewrap.
The spirits, they intoxicate me. I watched them infiltrate my soul. They try to say it’s too late for me. Once I was promised absolution, there’s only one solution for my sins. And I blame this world, for making a good man evil. Now I ain’t getting into heaven, if the devil has his way.
I’d crawl over broken glass for Elle MacPherson or Cindy Crawford.
If people have to tell you how successful they are, they really aren’t that successful.