The Future Of Rock Belongs To Women.

If My Eyes Could Show My Soul,everyone Would Cry When They Saw Me Smile.

Believe Everything You Read

I Don't Blame The Average Seventeen-year-old Punk-rock Kid For Calling Me A Sellout. I Understand That. And Maybe When They Grow Up A Little Bit, They'll Realize There's More Things To Life Than Living Out Your Rock & Roll Identity So Righteously.

I'm A Spokesman For Myself. It Just So Happens That There's A Bunch Of People That Are Concerned With What I Have To Say. I Find That Frightening At Times Because I'm Just As Confused As Most People. I Don't Have The Answers For Anything.

I’m Not Going To Say A Damn Word About It Being Tough; I’m Having The Best Time Of My Life!