Going up north with the redwoods and driving along the coast, it's got everything, man. It's got the desert, the mountains, and the ocean. It's beautiful.

The Meatbats are a throwback band.

For live you need a microphone for the snare and the high hat, the kick drum, a nice stereo overhead and one for the toms - you can get away with using four mikes.

Music doesn't solve your problems..but allows you to dance all over them

I just try to approach and serve the music in the way that I think is right for the band I'm in at the time.

I just love to play and I get a chance to play with other musicians and I jump on it.

We always feel pretty creative as far as writing songs. We write them together; we just get in a room, or on occasion in Flea's garage. We just sort of improvise, like jazz musicians.

In some of the L.A. clubs, people can act too cool to get into your music. That can get to be a bit much.

Jazz can be so serious, no sense of humor.

I'm a little more of a lead instrument in the Meatbats.

I feel like in order to challenge yourself you have to get out of and do things that feel wrong at first and find new things. It's important to look for those things.

A good novel is an indivisible sum: every scene, sequence and passage of a good novel has to involve, contribute to and advance all three of its major attributes: theme, plot, characterization.

Having manners is the sweet scent that calls you to the rose.

Penny wise pound foolish.

The pleasures of the intellect are permanent, the pleasures of the heart are transitory.

Those theologians who are beginning to take the doctrine of creation very seriously should pay some attention to science's story.

All of God's creatures have names, every last one of them. Of that I am sure: of that I have no doubt at all.

Eating chicken without skin is like riding a bike without wheels

In a way my reputation has become that of the curmudgeon.

I wouldn't say I let myself down, just sometimes it doesn't go your way.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart