In A Band That Works Out Well,

The Person I Love Would Never Wear Fur. Fur Just Makes Me Think Of Shallow Women Who Have No Conscience. The Fur Industry Belongs To A Time When People Were Selfish Beyond Belief. If You Were Some Ancient Tribal Cheiftain, And There Was Not A Department Store Nearby 350 Years Ago, I'd Understand. But Now, We Have Synthetic Fibers,and It's Not Necessary. The Elitism Of Fur Makes Me Wanna Puke.

Most People Who Are On The Road Are Pretty Damaged. It's An Escapist's Life. It's Not A Life That Forces You To Look In The Mirror At Where You're At And What You're Doing. It's One Where You Leave The Mirror Behind. I Think That Appeals To Something In All Of Us. On The Open Road, All Of Your Regrets Are Out The Window.

The Day Before I Left To Fly In New York, I Went In The Ocean And Was Just Lying On My Black Looking Up At The Sky, Which Was That Hawaii Blue. Just That Moment Was Worth The Entire Thing. The Ocean Is Everything. It Can Heal You.

I Don't Know Any Musician Who Got To The Top Without Hard Work. Take Whoever You Want. They All Work Bloody Hard, Harder Than You Think.

Those Times When I Play On Stage In Front Of Lots Of People, It's Such An Unusual And Borderline Unhealthy Process, Even Though I Love It And I Really Do It With Humility. I Don't Have Serfs Getting Me Grapes After, Or Things Like That.