I hardly ever watch my own work. I just end up picking myself apart! I can't even stand to hear myself on voicemail. the sound of my own voice is like nails on a chalkboard. The same goes for my records.
Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.
It depends on how Johnny's feeling... If we go back on the road, we will go together. I'll go where he goes, and he'll go where I go.

