I heard George Crumb?s ?Black Angels? and I knew that I had just heard the music that I was born to play.

They all knew my name, but no one heard the music - I didn't look the same.

It's just nice, I guess. Knowing that someone else can put into words what I feel. That there are people who have been through things worse than I have, and they come out on the other side okay. Not only that, but they made some kind of twisted, fucked-up sense of the completely senseless. They made it mean something. These songs tell me I'm not alone. If you look at it at that way, music... music can see you through anything.

We are not the guardian angels of anybody. We only play authentic, nasty rock and roll.

He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that's what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.

What I do isn't black music; it's just my music.