While I Now Own More Guns Than

Practice, Practice, Practice. Practice Until You Get A Guitar Welt On Your Chest...if It Makes You Feel Good, Don't Stop Until You See The Blood From Your Fingers. Then You'll Know You're On To Something!

I'm Such A Lucky Guy. I've Been Able To Make My Own Decisions For My Own Life For The Last Fifty Years...or Sixty ... Well Maybe Not Sixty. Even Though I Think I Was Making My Own Decisions At The Tender Age Of Eight.

Real Americans Don't Back Down.

I Write Incessantly, I'm Very Productive, I Write For A Dozen Publications And Blogs And Websites. A Lot Of Very Hardcore Political Stuff. I Write A Weekly Feature. I Express Myself. But When Time Comes To Make Music [with The] Same Absolutely Unleashing Of Total Honesty Zero Inhibitions, It Just Flows Like A Stream Of Conscientiousness Because I Will Not Be Silenced No Matter What My Point Might Be.

Hunting, Fishing, And Trapping Is Literally Perfect. It's The Perfect System By Which To Balance And Ground The Animal Populations For Next Year's Productivity.