I'm Not Defining My Band By Other

Cowboy Movies Aren't Supposed To Be In Vogue. I Still Like Them. You Know, I'm Still Out There Pitching The Hell Out Of Them.

Real Heroes Are Men Who Fall And Fail And Are Flawed, But Win Out In The End Because They've Stayed True To Their Ideals And Beliefs And Commitments.

I'm Getting Those Familiar Feelings, And I'm Just Going To Enjoy The Process Of Getting To Know Someone Again.

I Believe In The Soul ... The Small Of A Woman's Back, The Hanging Curveball, High Fiber, Good Scotch, That The Novels Of Susan Sontag Are Self-indulgent, Overrated Crap. I Believe Lee Harvey Oswald Acted Alone. I Believe There Ought To Be A Constitutional Amendment Outlawing Astroturf And The Designated Hitter. I Believe In The Sweet Spot, Soft-core Pornography, Opening Your Presents Christmas Morning Rather Than Christmas Eve, And I Believe In Long, Slow, Deep, Soft, Wet Kisses That Last Three Days.

Field Of Dreams Is Probably Our Generation's It's A Wonderful Life.