I found myself at a time in my career trying to impress everyone. I was constantly thinking about what everyone thought of my music.
I am not doing it just for the money or for you. I am doing it for me.
We age not by holding on to youth, but by letting ourselves grow and embracing whatever youthful parts remain.
And then I think we realized, like any young guys, that blues are not learned in a monastery. You've got to go out there and get your heart broke and then come back and then you can sing the blues.
The rock's easy, but the roll is another thing.
A painter's got a canvas. The writer's got reams of empty paper. A musician has silence.
If you say I'm great, thank you very much. But I know what I am. I could be better, man, you know?
The secret of success is this: there is no secret of success.
When I was in school I would try and take all my classes early in the morning or at night so that I would have most of the day to go out on auditions.
Some bands write and it is just the singer and the guitarist that do it all and then the rest of the band follows their vision. This is cool, and as you know I have been part of a few amazing bands that did this and I am not complaining.
While I reiterate the professions of my dependence upon Heaven. . . I will observe that. . . no man who is profligate in his morals. . . can possibly be a true Christian.