My Hits Are Not Hits.

I'm A Mess Of Unfinished Thoughts.

The Tweets Are Getting Shorter, But The Songs Are Still 4 Minutes Long. You're Coming Up With 140-character Zingers, And The Song Is Still 4 Minutes Long…i Realized About A Year Ago That I Couldn't Have A Complete Thought Anymore. And I Was A Tweetaholic. I Had Four Million Twitter Followers, And I Was Always Writing On It. And I Stopped Using Twitter As An Outlet And I Started Using Twitter As The Instrument To Riff On, And It Started To Make My Mind Smaller And Smaller And Smaller. And I Couldn't Write A Song.

Who I Am As A Guitarist Is Defined By My Failure To Become Jimi Hendrix.

Today I Finally Overcame Tryin’ To Fit The World Inside A Picture Frame.

This Is Not To Say, There Never Comes A Day I'll Take My Chances And Start Again. And When I Look Behind On All My Younger Times, I'll Have To Thank The Wrongs That Led Me To A Love So Strong.