You never know what’s going to happen sometimes, or what you think’s going to happen never happens, or when you least expect it, the Santana record comes along and just blows up.
I think that when I did the Methods Of Mayhem record, some of the hip-hop stuff probably freaked a lot of Motley Crue fans out.
I don’t have a problem with my temper.
I don’t think anybody should ever touch anybody in anger, ever.
I’m really a cool, mellow guy. I’m not as crazy as everybody thinks.
When I’m single, I’m one guy, and when I’m in a relationship I’m totally another. They’re both a good time.
You know what’s weird, I just write to write, with no intention, I just write.
At 17, I signed a recording contract right out of high school, so I started touring and traveling the world. I sort of missed out on the college experience.
Being married to two extremely high profile, you know, actresses, and being sort of chased by, you know, paparazzi and people, it’s a whole different dynamic happens to a relationship when that happens. All of a sudden, things get a little crazy, a little crazy.
I’ve always loved the mixture of crushing live drums with a programmed groove, that really cool blend, like in the verse there’s a really funky drum beat that is programmed then it comes in to the chorus; you’ve got that enormous human feel where the band kicks in.
I don’t really put too much emphasis on what somebody else might think of it. Otherwise your putting limits on yourself.
Single’s fun – you don’t have to check in with your girl, but it’s not easy. I do get lonely.
I lived up on Kanan and Mulholland. It’s a bit of a drive, but once you get there, the horses, vineyards, it’s just so peaceful.
I still play but for some reason, I am having so much fun playing guitar and singing that I don’t really miss it because I’ve done it for so long like twenty-something years with Motley.
Whenever I write, I only write about what I know or what I have experienced or feeling.
We thought we had elevated animal behavior to an art form. But then we met Ozzy.
Fate, however, has a way of finding your vulnerabilities where you least expect them, illuminating them so that you realize how glaringly obvious they are, and then mercilessly driving a spike straight into their most delicate center.
I understood then why rock stars have such big egos: from the stage, the world is just one faceless, shirtless, obedient mass, as far as the eye can see.
Nowadays, I don’t believe in the Christian concept of a God who created people for the sole purpose of judging and punishing them. After all, if one of the commandments is “Thou shalt not kill,” does that make God a hypocrite when he does things like flooding the world or destroying Sodom and Gomorrah?
Those words – “Trust me, I’m a junkie” – should have been a clue right there.
But, unlike us, Ozzy had a restraint, a limit, a conscience, a brake. And that restraint came in the form of a homely, rotund little British woman whose very name sets lips trembling and knees knocking: Sharon Osbourne, a shitkicker and disciplinarian like no other we had ever met, a woman whose presence could in an instant send us reeling back to our childhood fear of authority.