Music critics are part of the world, and I am part of the world.

No band on 21st-century radio has mined pre-grunge hair-metal's sleaze like L.A.'s Buckcherry. So it makes poetic sense that they'd spend their sixth album tallying all seven deadly sins.

Ever wonder why people are so determined to reach for white picket fences, supposed normalcy, a nuclear family? Well, try growing up without one.

I'm that grumpy old guy yelling at all those pesky little Grizzly Bear fans to get offa my lawn.

Few bands in hard rock history have been so adept at balancing the awesome and trivial as Van Halen in their prime.

AC/DC has lived the dumbness that the Ramones have only faked all these years.

Mayer Hawthorne's old school pop-R&B homages are so meticulous that it's tempting to overrate his pipes.

If I am thinking the same as everyone why bother pushing to get it published?

Gary Allan has long been one of country's most reliably velvet-voiced beautiful losers.

Critics should stick to their convictions.

By the late '80s, I was already giving up on rap music.

I have seen the best in you, I have seen the worst in you and I am yet to see a lot in you.

I live in my own head and it all makes sense to me.

The greatest leader in your life is your mind. It is what controls your feelings and emotions.

When the point of education becomes the production of credentials rather than the cultivation of knowledge, it forfeits the motive recognized by Aristotle: "All human beings by nature desire to know.

Contentment is knowing you're right

Interviewing is tough, especially if you don't know what you're looking for.

It is by great economy of means that one arrives at simplicity of expression.

All the rich families who used to own all the British estates have gone bust because their children have blown their money.

Rain on my head, call that brainstorming.

The longest part of the journey is said to be the passing of the gate.