Hunting Is The Last Perfect Thing.

I'd Like To Have James Brown As My Singer. I Already Have The Best Drummer, Tommy Clufetos. I've Jammed A Bunch With John Entwistle, And It Was Like A Musical Orgy. That Guy Is A Living, Breathing, Grunting Rhythm. For Horns, Let's Go With The Stax/volt Guys, And I'm Going To Have Steve Cropper On Standby Just In Case I Want A Rhythm Guitarist.

Well, At The Very Beginning Of The Amboy Dukes, I Was Doing Background But I Never Sang My Own Songs. I Would Sing Them For The Guys To Show Them How I Wanted The Songs To Go, But I Always Had Lead Vocalists.

There Are Hundreds Of Millions Of Gun Owners In This Country, And Not One Of Them Will Have An Accident Today. The Only Misuse Of Guns Comes In Environments Where There Are Drugs, Alcohol, Bad Parents, And Undisciplined Children. Period.

You Mean To Say That When An Imbecile Walks Into A Church, Office, Day Care Center, Or School, Stumbling About, Almost Zombie-like, With Gun-filled Hands At His Side, Blabbering Incoherently To His Next Victim, The Reaction Of Grown Men And Women Is To Run, Cry, Whimper, And Hide Under A Desk Or Pew? The Sheeping Of America Is Nearly Complete.

I Have Undeniable Evidence That Many Have Awakened As A Result Of My Raising Hell. Raising Hell Is So American Rock-and-roll. And Of Course Even Soulless Wimps Love Killer Music And My Incredible Guitar Tone.