It's Not How Big Your

Yesterday's Answers Has Nothing To Do With Today's Questions.

I Like Jazz, But I Could Never Play It. You Just Sit There With A Guitar The Size Of A Chevy On Your Chest, Wearing A Stupid Hat, Playing The Same Solo For An Hour.

Moving On, Is A Simple Thing, What It Leaves Behind Is Hard.

I Want To Write Something That Makes It Easy For Young People To Look Right Into The Abyss.

I Went There Anyway-knowingly, Willingly-because I Wanted A Number One Hit. I Wanted What Metallica Had, Even If It Meant Selling A Piece Of My Soul To The Devil.