Age 10. I joined the school marching band as a drummer.

Digital for storage and quickness. Analog for fatness and warmth.

I borrowed a guitar at age 16 and taught myself to play because I wanted to write songs.

I was left with an urge to make the guitar sound like things it shouldn't be able to sound like.

Yes, but don't forget I also have the luxury of the worlds finest band when it gets lonely.

I thought I might be a band instructor, someone who plays all the instruments and teaches others.

Currently I'm working with Parker Fly on a new Midi guitar to arrive next year.

King Crimson is never easy; it's challenging. That's why I like it.

I have no secrets; all of these things have been discussed at length in guitar magazines over the years but are far too elaborate to cover in one article.

DUST includes rarities, demos, unreleased songs and instrumentals, live recordings, and more.

As you can appreciate over my lifetime I've developed a large vocabulary of sounds each requiring certain physical techniques often combined with a specific effect box.

Half the pleasure is in the anticipatin' of it.

Integrity is the recognition of the fact that you cannot fake your consciousness, just as honesty is the recognition of the fact that you cannot fake existence.

Tantra like any raw power is defined by the wisdom of its user

Hey Revision. You can be a pain but you do make Book better.

...Here lie your hopes and dreams, shattered and swept aside...

Aliens didn't come down to Earth and give us technology. We invented it ourselves. Therefore it can never be alienating it can only be an expression of our humanity.

It's always great to have a great mascara that makes your lashes look thick and full. That's a definite must have.

Mayor de Blasio wants to eliminate garbage. He believes New York City produces way too much garbage. Well, heck, forget about producing too much garbage. What about late-night talk shows?

Without a need to constantly remain attached to ideas and beliefs, the clarity of your formless form recognizes the truth of itself - with nothing to confirm or ever deny.

Truly there would be reason to go mad were it not for music.