If I Ever Go Bald,

As Soon As I Could Put Together The, You Know, Three Or Four Notes That Made Up, Like, Sort Of A Rock And Roll Lick, You Know, Like A Chuck Berry Kind Of Thing, I Was Off And Running. Just Completely Taken Over.

I've Always Had To Do Things My Way; I Play Guitar My Way; I've Taken Myself To The Edges Of Life My Way; I've Gotten Clean My Way; And I'm Still Here. Whether Or Not I Deserve To Be Is Another Story.

One Time We Played A Concert In Antwerp, Belgium. At Least I Thought It Was Antwerp, Belgium. Turns Out It Was A Stop 'n Shop In Wisconsin Somewhere, But It Was Fun Man.

It's Not So Much About How Good A Player You Are, Its How Cool You Are.

My Dad Is A Huge Rock And Roll Lead Guitar Fan. I Didn't Even Really Know That Until Recently. Everything Has To Have A Guitar Solo In It.