- Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.
- No, I don't have a drinking problem except when I can't get a drink.
- I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
- I like to walk out of a restaurant with enough gas to open a Mobil station.
- I hate Disneyland. It primes our kids for Las Vegas.
- If Michael Jackson wants to work for Pepsi, why doesn't he just get himself a suit and an office in their headquarters and be done with it?
- All hardware items must be admired for their sonic properties: pitchforks, egg beaters, crowbars, fireplace grates, shovels, anvils, rebars [the structural reinforcement rods used in poured concrete], trash cans - the list goes on and on and they're all waiting to be played.
- Commercials are an unnatural use of my work ... it's like having a cow's udder sewn to the side of my face. Painful and humiliating.
- I knelt at the altar of Ray Charles for years. I worked at a restaurant, and that's all there was on the jukebox.
- The blues is like a planet. It's an enormous topic. You can't ignore the impact that it has had and continues to have on the whole musical culture. It's a tree that everyone is swinging from. Without it, I don't know where I would be. It's indelible and indispensable.
- I love Burroughs (William S. Burroughs). He's like a metal desk. He's like a still, and everything that comes out of him is already whiskey.
- He is one of the standards by which I measure all singers. (On Harry Belafonte)
- "Blind Love" is one of my first country songs. I like Merle Haggard. Most of those other guys, though, sound like they're all just drinking tea and watching their waist and talking to their accountant. This one I think subscribes to some of that roadhouse feel.
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