I Am The Captain Of My Pain.

In The Hysterical Technocracy Of Modern Music, Sorrow Is Sent To The Back Of The Class Where It Sits, Pissing Its Pants In Mortal Terror.

Oh, A Passing, Skeptical Kind Of Interest. I'm A Hammer-and-nails Kind Of Guy.

Writing Is A Necessary Thing For Me, Just To Keep Myself Level. It Has Beneficial Effects On My Life.

I Feel Like I've Spent The Last Five Years Of My Life On The Road. It Hasn't Affected My Songs But It's Probably Affected Everything Else About Me. Obviously, The More You Travel, The Wilder The Things That Keep Happening To You, The More Likely It Is You'll Get Complete Strangers Knocking On Your Hotel Room Door.

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.