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

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.

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.

Flea and Anthony are into funk, like old school Meters and stuff like that.

I really am into crystals. I'm a real positive thinker. I believe in creative visualisation.

Put more trust in nobility of character than in an oath.

Write relentlessly, until you find your voice. Then, use it.

Silence. There are times it's the only thing I want and I wonder how I'll ever go back to the world of noise and distraction.

The concept that one ought to restrict one's political involvement to one's own state was deeply antithetical to those who were pursuing the accumulation of capital for its own sake.

Reading a story should be a fabulous, wonderful thing. The most important thing that parents can do for kids is to read with them and to let their kids see them reading books for their own pleasure.

Growth is what we all need and what we all strive for because we want to get better and better and better each day.

I don't really believe in stories, only in the people who tell them.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.