Here’s how I’ll tell you what I think—if you see white smoke then you know I picked a new pope. And if I’m drinking a Snapple then you know I don’t give a shit.

You are not a handgun. More like a pellet gun. Maybe even a slingshot.

Preston Black couldn’t sleep the whole night through, Preston Black couldn’t sleep the whole night through. He’d lay in bed ’til the morning came, but the devil’d visit him just the same. Preston Black couldn’t...

We’re all Hitler inside. We’re all Christ inside. I’m not keen on the idea, but it’s true, isn’t it? We’ve all got a little bit of the devil in us.

I’m sure you have drawers overflowing with panties the ladies throw at the stage. We saw you guys play down at Mon Brewing a few times. Way to keep the Nineties alive.

Music lets you write your own checks. Don’t ever forget that.