Apparently, I don't want to take myself too seriously.

I do love to walk around in New York because people will notice me, smile, but they never bother anyone. New Yorkers are very cool. I love New York.

I don't sit down to write a song, per se.

I keep busy. That was my nickname in college, 'Iron to the Fire.' I like to keep several things going at once.

I love music so much; I've always played.

I was a drama major through college.

I was with a folk trio back in '63 and '64, and we traveled all across North Africa, Israel, and Europe.

I wouldn't really say I'm a jazz guy, which I'm not.

I'm a happy guy.

I'm a survivalist and a survivor.

In my early days, I was about 145 pounds. I was really a starving artist; the poster child for starving artists.

Playing with my grandfather, grandmother and my parents, I came to music pretty naturally.

I liked back in the sixties where you'd turn on the radio and go 'Oh that's Hendrix, that's Creedence Clearwater, that's The Doors, there's The Grass Roots, The Monkees, there's Big Brother.' You could just instantly hear it and tell. But in the eighties and nineties there's no way you could do that.

I love Westerns and I remember as a kid climbing up on the couch and make it into a saddle and shoot guns and fall off. I would lay there after my death and my mom would tell me to eat lunch and I'd say, 'I'm still dead, Mom!' I was Method, even then.

There's not that many people from the sixties who have progressed as writers and are continuing on. They're out there. But I'm one of them who's just continued on, following his own little inner madness.