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Speaking Of Stage Freight. I Was Terrified! It Was In Nola At An All Ages Show. I Was Wearing Jeans, A Van Halen T-shirt, And A Bandana On My Neck. Once I Gripped That Microphone Stand, I Did Not Let Go! I Plugged My Microphone Into A Guitar Fx Pedal. Then At The End Of The A Black Sabbath Song We Were Covering, I Hit The Guitar Pedal. It Was Horrific!

I'm A Bad Pessimist. I Don't Think About How Successful Any Record I've Ever Done Is Going To Do Before It Came Out.

I Wasn't That Wild About That. I Told Them Basically If They Were Really Going To Want To Bring Back Heavy Metal To A Program On Mtv, Then They Are Really Going To Have To Get In Touch With What Real Heavy Metal Is.

You Can Only Exist As Far As Your Mind Will Allow You To Exist, And I Think Chronic Pain Will Stop Time Dead In Its Tracks. You Feel Like You're The Only One, And How Unfair It Is, And A Million Different Feel-sorry-for-yourself Type Feelings.

Communication Between Band-mates Is Imperative. Communication Is The Key To Any Healthy Relationship. If I Need To Be Checked, I Expect To Hear It Put In Plain Words What My Faults Are, And Give My Band-mates The Ultimate Consideration By Shutting Up And Listening, Then Acting On The Advice Given. Same Goes For Anyone Else In Any Band.