I had been the dutiful son and husband for so long, I had forgotten about living for myself.

I was working as a stockbroker in New York and had the seemingly perfect life.

I've been a biker, I've been a convict, I've been a husband, father, and son.

People simply learn to process information to the point where it doesn't serve true creativity.

I left an office at the top of the Pan Am Building, a nine-room apartment, and a farm in Vermont because I was aching inside. It took an analyst to tell me I could write a note of permission to become a musician and sign it.

Bear with me as a father to his son, as a friend to a friend, and as a husband to his wife, O Lord.