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I’m thinking about learning a few new things – like taking classical guitar lessons – and I’d like to bring what I learn into hard rock.

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As variable as flu is, HIV makes flu look like the Rock of Gibraltar. The virus that causes AIDS is the trickiest pathogen scientists have ever confronted.

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It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, ‘Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?’…If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one’s time-the stuff of life

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What most interests me is human connection, whether it’s on the street, in<br>community, through music, storytelling, and shared experience. People tell me to be a rock cellist, make money, and give up on the activism so I can make more money.

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I didnt go into the NASA program to pick up rocks or to go the moon or anything else. I went in there because I was a military officer, and that was the next notch in my profession.

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I’m a good example of someone who can come to Hollywood and keep their feet on the ground with all the rock stars, all the drama that goes with being here. It’s still important to pump your own gas and to be able to vacuum.

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It was just the sort of yatch you’d expect a rock promoter to have. Mirrored ceilings, marble, Jacuzzis and leopard-skin everything, it made the merely vulgar seem commonplace.

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I’m always looking to rock out. But it isn’t really about rocking out versus being mellow, in terms of your personal satisfaction. In the end, you just want to be good. When you look at something that’s really good, it might be Iggy Pop or it might be Leonard Cohen. Whatever it is, you want it to be really good.

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I’m not saying that people have to listen to rock music. It’s a great, cool thing and it can really be liberating for a lot of people but, hey, so can Charles Dickens so I’m not going to judge.

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If Nature here wishes to make a mountain, she runs a range for five hundred miles; if a plain, she levels eighty; if a rock, she tilts five thousand feet of strata on end; our skies are higher and more intensely blue; our waves larger than others; our rivers fiercer. There is nothing measured, small nor petty in South Africa.

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Your wickedness makes you as it were heavy as lead, and to tend downwards with great weight and pressure towards hell; and if God should let you go, you would immediately sink and switfly<br> descend and plunge into the bottomless gulf, and your healthy constitution, and your own care and prudence, and best contrivance, and all your righteousness, would have no more influence to<br> uphold you and keep you out of hell, than a spider’s web would have to stop a fallen rock.

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I don’t think you can be a mysterious rock star the same way you could in 1965 because there’s too much information. Everything you do is available all the time. So the only thing you can rely on is not being false.

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Well, I don’t like the word ‘rock star,’ the two words, ‘rock star.’ Not even ‘soft rock star. Not even limestone star. I don’t like those words.

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Answers to Frequently Asked Questions: Yes. Yes. No. One time in high school. Three times in my twenties. Rocks no salt. Yes. Four. Never. And how dare you! I will take no further questions.

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I meditate for the last time on this mountain that is bare, though others all around are white with snow. Like the bare peak of the koan, this one is not different from myself. I know this mountain because I am this mountain, I can feel it breathing at this moment, as its grass tops stray against the snows. If the snow leopard should leap from the rock above and manifest itself before me – S-A-A-O! – then in that moment of pure fright, out of my wits, I might truly perceive it, and be free.

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The sun is roaring, it fills to bursting each crystal of snow. I flush with feeling, moved beyond my comprehension, and once again, the warm tears freeze upon my face. These rocks and mountains, all this matter, the snow itself, the air- the earth is ringing. All is moving, full of power, full of light.

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I didn’t want to be told what to do. I don’t want to water down my music to fit into their formats. I know what rock and roll is to me, but everything’s turning into one big commercial.

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How many new rock stars have come around that have anything to say at all? Guys where you even want to know what they’re thinking? Are they thinking? Where did it go astray?