We sat and watched the whole thing as all hell broke loose.

What annoys the hell out of me is the arrogance of some people. They don't even listen to our music, they decided in advance that they don't like it.

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

Formats are constantly changing, and there are really no rules for the way you put your records out anymore.

The thing is, acoustic could be like a four-letter word to a lot of kids.

School is practice for the future, and practice makes perfect. But nobody's perfect, so why practice?