Bill Stevenson of The Descendants is really good, too.

I listened a little to punk when I was younger, but it was straight edge punk. It was nothing like what is going on now, like poppy punk.

A lot of people think that punk rock musicians don't know what they're doing.

My mom passed away a day before high school started, and her dream was for me to be a full rock and roll guy, and play drums in a band.

And I was in another band called Flash In The Pan, which was soca, Latin music, down in Laguna Beach.

I used to have friends come on tour and work as my drum tech, but they get bummed out when I have to tell them what to do. This time I'm just going to fly them out and let them hang. It's all good.

Thank you for life, and all the little ups and downs that make it worth living.

I tattooed my body so I couldn't fall back on anything. I purposely did that so I couldn't get a normal job and live a normal life. I did it so I had to play music.

We never worry about the big things, just the small things.

Put me up in front of a million people and ask me to speak. I'll flop. But put me behind my drums and I'll always go with it.

Express yourself, put stuff down on tape, and see what lives.

A kind thought, word, or action creates infinite ripples of caring, consideration, and peace.

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.

No one can please everyone. Your mental peace is more important. If you are in peace, then others around you will feel peace. So your best effort should be to work on yourself.

I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.

It is not true that there is dignity in all work. Some jobs are definitely better than others.

I didn't realize it was October until I saw the Chicago Cubs choking.

I don't spend a lot of my time in the locker room. That's my least favourite place in the world.

The great end of being is to harmonize man with the order of things, and the church has been a good pitch-pipe, and may be so still.

The Christian is to proclaim and prosecute an irreconcilable war against his bosom sins; those sins which have lain nearest his heart, must now be trampled under his feet.

The violinist must possess the poets gift of piercing the protective hide which grows on propagandists, stockbrokers and slave traders, to penetrate the deeper truth which lies within.