Love has a reason There’s a meaning to the world We’re giving love.
When I was a kid I got busted for throwing a rock through a car window and egging a house on halloween.
When my grandfather died, I started adopting some of his accents, to sort of remind myself of him. A homage. He was a war hero, and he was really great with his hands.
So I try not to have any actual expectations for myself for any level of success or failure.
But I’ve never considered myself any kind of heartthrob. It sounds painful.
Belief builds from scratch. Doesn’t have to relax, it doesn’t need space.
I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I’m tired of looking ’round rooms wondering what I’ve got to do or who I’m supposed to be. I don’t want to be anything other than me.
To leave this world a better person, and for me to not be the only one who knows it.
I was introduced to country music around a campfire on a farm.
I miss that sensation of a small achievement feeling like a really big deal.
The early Billy Joel stuff I fell in love with, like Glass Houses, is a real rock record.
Thats part of the fun, I guess, is having people excited about seeing you and signing autographs and getting to meet fans and things like that.
I could tell it was a popular move as a writer to walk down the bass lines while you were writing a song.
So when you start touring, women are definitely going to check you out first.
I don’t really take a step back too often to see what’s going on.
I don’t want to be anything other than me.
I love to play music.
I don’t take my clothes off in my videos.
So yeah, I play the piano for most of the show, but I like rock and roll.
I took a lot of time to open myself up to taking chances musically.