My old man was a musician - that's what he did for a living. And like most fathers, occasionally he'd let me visit where he worked. So I started going to his recording studio, and I really dug it.

Music drives you. It wakes you up, it gets you pumping. And, at the end of the day, the correct tune will chill you down.

When I tried to play something and screwed up, I'd hear some other note that would come into play. Then I started trying different things to find the beauty in it.

The worst advice I ever received from my dad was to play by the book.

Musicians tend to get bored playing the same thing over and over, so I think it's natural to experiment.

If you improvise a riff and the crowd immediately reacts to it, you know you're on to something.

It kills me when I see some metal band trying to pass themselves off as an 'alternative band.

Lessons didn't really work out for me, so I went to the old school, listening to records and learning what I wanted to learn.

I'm not saying I wouldn't play a seven-string. It's just that I've never needed one. Most dudes who play seven-strings don't sound any different than someone playing a six-string that's tuned down.

To get my sound in the studio, I double guitar tracks, and when it gets to the lead parts, the rhythm drops out, just like it's live. I'm very conscious of that.

A lot of bands whine about the road and how tough it is.

Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.

I played Winnie Cooper on 'The Wonder Years' from ages 12-18, and did a few other movies during some of the summers.

There is no man living that can not do more than he thinks he can.

The best sun we have is made of Newcastle coal, and I am determined never to reckon upon any other.

Sustaining silence and circumspection are two behaviors that lead to better, healthier outcomes. They are powerful without dominating.

It's not so much that he can't fall in love, but he has not the weakness necessary.

We're looking forward to a great season at the University of California - if we find a way to put cleats on their sandals.

Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost depths.

That genius is feeble which cannot hold its own before the masterpieces of the world.

He who truly believes that which prompts him to an action has looked upon the action to lust after it, he has committed it already in his heart.