When People Ask Me Really Stupid Questions

I Did All My Guitar Playing At My House. And Then Finally, I Was Throwing Hay And Stuff Working In Stockton And Somebody Offered - Somehow They Had Heard Me Singing At The House And Said: Hey, I'll Hire You For Our Fraternity Party Or Sorority Party. And I Said: Well, Are They Going To Pay Me? And He Said: Yeah, We'll Pay You 50 Bucks.

I Don't Know What People Think In Making Record Is Like. But Basically, I Got A Bunch Of Spaghetti And Spaghetti Sauce, And The Whole Band Was Staying At My House And We Had A Ball.

I Think I'm In A Really Nice Position, Where I'm Sure I Could Do Another Show If I Wanted To Do One, But Right Now The Main Thing In My Mind Is Writing Songs.

I Got By As A Musician Since Day One. I Don't Live Beyond My Means. I Have Real Cheap Tastes.

I've Been Gone On The Road For The Past Three Years; Maybe I've Been Home For Two Or Three Weeks In A Year. I Literally Live - It's Like One Of Those Old Movies Where They Show A Train, And Pages Of A Calendar Are Peeling Away Like Leaves, And Then There's A Picture Of Me With Gray Hair.