Records aren’t selling anymore; people are burning music.
I grew up skateboarding, but I don’t even do that anymore.
I don’t believe that I’m better than anybody, but I do believe that I’ll try harder than most and I hope that people just join me for a little bit of a ride.
I’ll eat a nugget of my own poop for 20 bucks. I’ll pay you 20 bucks and I’ll eat it.
If you try to fix violence with violence, you do NOTHING but create violence.
I’m not gay, a lotta people think I’m gay. I have a girlfriend. She thinks I’m gay.
Like millions of others, I have been plagued by the devastating effects of cancer hitting not one, but multiple members of my family.
I used to get so jealous if my wife liked another band more than my own. Come to think of it, I still do.
I’ve never been a jam-band sort of musician.
Every day, I read books on philosophy and science fiction and human consciousness.
Angels and Airwaves shows are like an ascension to Heaven.
It’s all success if it’s what you need.
Playing music in the wake of the Blink thing was like finding love in the middle of a war zone.
My company created a platform called Modlife, this prepackaged website that runs an artist’s website.
Most bands, if something goes wrong, they cower and walk off stage and fire people.
I think my records will always tend to be approachable.
The first song I sent over was Up All Night. People say that sounds like Angels on a Blink record. Well, no – that’s just me!
People think they want to know everything these days. But they don’t. They really don’t. So.
Corporations were society’s cockroaches: they always survived.
Sometimes heroism goes unnoticed.
When everything is lost, it is better not to remember what you had. And I had nothing.