Take a walk on the wild side.
You’ve gotta blow the roof off of your heart and let the universe in.
I’m tearing down Route 80 East, the sun’s on my right side. I’m drunk, but my vision’s good.
You do this because you like it, you think what you’re making is beautiful. And if you think it’s beautiful, maybe they think it’s beautiful.
It always bothers me to see people writing RIP when a person dies. It just feels so insincere and like a cop out. To me, RIP is the microwave dinner of posthumous honours.
I think that everything happens for a reason, everything happens when it’s going to happen.
One chord is fine. Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you’re into jazz.
My week beats your year.
Some people drink to unleash their libidos, and other people drink to prop up their egos.
These are really terribly rough times, and we really should try to be as nice to each other as possible.
I’ll tell ya, I’m a genuinely nice guy. I really am. A real nice guy. But I think I’m temperamental.
I’m not joking around when I’ve said occasionally, trying to learn how to play a D chord properly has been a very big thing for me.
Life’s like a mayonnaise soda.
How can anybody learn anything from an artwork when the piece of art only reflects the vanity of the artist and not reality?
You can’t beat 2 guitars, bass, and drums.
There’s a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.
My God is rock’n’roll.
Things always seem to end before they start.