I'm A Hopeful Romantic. In

I'm A Hopeful Romantic. In A Couple Of Drinks, I'll Be A Lucky Romantic. That's Why They Call Me Mr. Lucky.

I Did All My Guitar Playing At My House. And Then Finally, I Was Throwing Hay And Stuff Working In Stockton And Somebody Offered - Somehow They Had Heard Me Singing At The House And Said: Hey, I'll Hire You For Our Fraternity Party Or Sorority Party. And I Said: Well, Are They Going To Pay Me? And He Said: Yeah, We'll Pay You 50 Bucks.

I Didn't Grow Up In The Typical Happy American Home, But Music Was Always A Safe And Wonderful Place For Me To Go.

I've Been Gone On The Road For The Past Three Years; Maybe I've Been Home For Two Or Three Weeks In A Year. I Literally Live - It's Like One Of Those Old Movies Where They Show A Train, And Pages Of A Calendar Are Peeling Away Like Leaves, And Then There's A Picture Of Me With Gray Hair.

Any Time You Talk About Your Own Stuff You Sound Self-aggrandising.