I was just another long-haired teenage kid with visions of grandeur, strumming a tennis racket or a broom in front of his bedroom mirror.

I'm still like an excited kid playing guitar in front of the bedroom mirror.

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

I went to a radio station on Long Island in 1982, and thank goodness for me, it was so new that there was no receptionist. So the DJ opened up his booth, and took my tape and listened to it and thought it was a hit song.

Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?

Miracles happen everyday, change your perception of what a miracle is and you'll see them all around you.