The Point Of Being At Home Is

I Know There Will Be No More Tears In Heaven.

Musically, He Was Like An Old Man In A Boy's Skin.

I Tried When I Was 13, When My Grandparents Gave Me An Acoustic Guitar, And I Tried For A Year. It Hurt So Much To Play. I Mean, The Fingertips Hurt So Much, I Gave Up.

I Mean, The Sound Of An Amplified Guitar In A Room Full Of People Was So Hypnotic And Addictive To Me, That I Could Cross Any Kind Of Border To Get On There.

I'm An Egomaniac With An Inferiority Complex.