A Hairstyle's Not A Lifestyle.

In 1965, My Father Was Just Twirling The Dial Of The Radio To Find Something That Would Make Me Go To Sleep, And As Soon As I Heard Rock And Roll There Was No Stopping Me. It Was During The Height Of Beatlemania And The British Invasion, But I Gravitated Toward The Harder, Heavier Music Going On Then, You Know, The Early Rolling Stones, The Good Rolling Stones, And Paul Revere And The Raiders, Who Don't Get The Credit They Deserve For Spearheading The American '60s Garage Sound.

The Boyfriend Of The Student Music Teacher Came In: "hey, Kids, This Is A Real Air Force Pilot." I Asked Him Something To The Effect Of How It Felt To Be Dropping Bombs On Children In Vietnamese Villages. And It Got Very Icy In There All Of A Sudden, And Finally The Teacher Said, "oh, Well, Eric Reads A Lot Of Newspapers. Next Question."

Growing Up In A Family That Listened To Almost Nothing But Classical Music Had Its Effects, As Well. "california Über Alles," The First Dead Kennedys Single, Was Inspired Musically More By Japanese Kabuki Than Anything Else.

If I Get Even Five Per Cent Of My Ideas Out And Documented Before I Die, I'll Be Lucky. I'm Not In Danger Of Running Out Of Riffs Or Ideas Anytime Soon. They Overwhelm Me And It's Hard To Find Time To Deal With Them.

Our Biggest National Security Threat Is The Environmental Destruction Of Our Planet And The Arms Race With Ourselves.