It's The Age Of Reason

I Write Probably 80 Percent Of My Stuff Over The Winter.

It Was 22 Years Of Work In A Row, Right Up Until 1987. Twenty-two Years In A Row-either On Tour, Writing An Album, Or Recording An Album. It Wasn't Until 1987 That I Was Able To Take A Breath.

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.

I Drive A Mustang. A 2005 Five-speed Gt Convertible.

Yeah, I'm Just Blessed To Have This Very Strong Thing, My Vocals. I'm Very Healthy In That Regard.