Rock Stars Come And Go. Musicians Play

To Hell With The Rules. If It Sounds Right, Then It Is.

Cancer Is Like A Cockroach. It Just Comes Back Stronger. I'm Tearing Apart The Immune System Of The Cockroach And Seeing How It Ticks. I've Opened Up My Own Pathology Center.

I Can't Read Music. Instead, I'd Do Stuff Inside The Piano, Do Harmonics And All Kinds Of Crazy Things. They Used To Put Me In These Annual Piano Contests Down At Long Beach City College, And Two Years In A Row, I Won First Prize - Out Of Like 5,000 Kids!

If You Want To Be A Rock Star Or Just Be Famous, Then Run Down The Street Naked, You'll Make The News Or Something. But If You Want Music To Be Your Livelihood, Then Play, Play, Play And Play! And Eventually You'll Get To Where You Want To Be.

It Comes Back To The Same Old Question People Are Always Asking Me: 'when Are You Going To Do A Solo Record?' Well, If I Did, It Would Probably Be Similar To 'baluchitherium,' Meaning It Would Be Van Halen Music - Which I Write Anyway - But Without Singing.