If classical music is the state of the art, then the arts are in a sad state.

Bad facts make bad law, and people who write bad laws are in my opinion more dangerous than songwriters who celebrate sexuality. Freedom of speech, freedom of religious thought, and the right to due process for composers, performers and retailers are imperiled if the PMRC and the major labels consummate this nasty bargain.

A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians.

Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best!

Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

Some people crave baseball – I find this unfathomable but I can easily understand why a person could get excited about playing a bassoon.

I write the music I like. If other people like it, fine, they can go buy the albums. And if they don’t like it, there’s always Michael Jackson for them to listen to.

I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone’s teeth get cleaner? (ridiculing the “Tipper Sticker” the PRMC “parental warning” stickers essentially forced on the music industry)