Well, you know what? The same people that get driven crazy by hip hop are the same people that probably listen to the type of music that drives me crazy. Like, Journey covers.

Rock & roll is dying because people became OK with Nickelback being the biggest band in the world.

The owner of Spotify is worth something like 3 billion dollars ... he's richer than Paul McCartney and he's 30 and he's never written a song.

I was real into Devo, Pavement, Captain Beefheart, and the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion.

If you can't play guitar and sing in Nashville, you might as well just be a construction worker.

One day you look out and the audience consists of 65,000 people. It's like looking in the mirror and one day you realise you've gone grey.

I imagine if Spotify becomes something that people are willing to pay for, then I'm sure iTunes will just create their own service, and they're actually fair to artists.

I see a lot of comments on Twitter and stuff about how ugly I am, how bad I am at the drums, how awkward I look, and I'm like, yeah, I agree with most of those things.

Tune into my new lifetime movie. 'Dislocated shoulder' airing right now.

I'd literally rather hang out at the T.G.I. Friday's in New Jersey than tool around at a place that sells $40 cheeseburgers.

I had this fascination with four-track recorders when I was in high school.

Life will never be the same again. Life will be better.

Of all the characteristics needed for both a happy and morally decent life, none surpasses gratitude. Grateful people are happier, and grateful people are more morally decent.

All I had done for five years was work 18 hours a day all over the world. I needed to step back and distance myself from it.

Call me an alarmist, but we are witnessing the beginning of the most frightening period of government tyranny in our nation's history.

We need to remind our core supporters that we have not forgotten their concern with the way our democracy is being replaced by European bureaucracy in so many areas.

During the year I stood there I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth.

I find singing some of Foreigner's older songs are a little reckless and not exactly who I am now.

Of all the conditions we experience, solitude is perhaps the most misunderstood.

First draw dog, then fleas. First paint apple, then worm holes.

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.