It's In The Dictionary. And When I

It Really Doesn't Matter To Me What People Say About Me Anymore.

I Have A 6-year-old, And His Thing Is To Turn On Radio Disney In The Car, And I Get Such An Allergic Reaction To Listening To That Music And The Context Into Which It Falls. I'm Really Working On Him About That.

The Knock-out Punch Is Always The One You Never See Coming.

There's A Lot Of Music That Sounds Like It's Literally Computer-generated, Totally Divorced From A Guy Sitting Down At An Instrument.

I Suppose I Should Be Happy To Be Misread; Better Be That Than Some Of The Other Things I Have Become.