Being Sober On A Bus Is, Like,

I Live In A 9 Million Dollar Turd.

I've Got Many, Many Demons That Affect Me On Many, Many Levels.

I Wanted To Be The Fifth Beatle.

The Jesus Freaks Were The Worst. While The ‘suicide Solution’ Case Was Going Through The Courts They Followed Me Around Everywhere. They Would Picket My Shows With Signs That Read, ‘the Anti-christ Is Here’. And They’d Always Be Chanting: ‘put Satan Behind You! Put Jesus In Front Of You!’ One Time, I Made My Own Sign – A Smiley Face With The Words ‘have A Nice Day’ – And Went Out And Joined Them. They Didn’t Even Notice. Then, Just As The Gig Was About To Start, I Put Down The Sign, Said, ‘see Ya, Guys,’ And Went Back To My Dressing Room.

All That Stuff About Heavy Metal And Hard Rock, I Don't Subscribe To Any Of That. It's All Just Music. I Mean, The Heavy Metal From The Seventies Sounds Nothing Like The Stuff From The Eighties, And That Sounds Nothing Like The Stuff From The Nineties. Who's To Say What Is And Isn't A Certain Type Of Music?