I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.
How do you show that you like your fans? You don’t ding ‘em for money every possible chance you get. You make the CD’s long and you add a lot of cool bonus cuts. You don’t charge 50 bucks for a T-Shirt. You charge a little bit more than what you make off it. When kids download your stuff for free off the internet and they tell you about it, you don’t get mad at ‘em. My parting line is ‘Pal, I’d rather be heard than paid.’ So if you wanna steal my stuff you go ahead and do to me what record labels have been doing to me for- now, now you get to play the man! Good for you! But am I gonna come after you like Lars Ulrich, demanding my 35 cents? No, man. You know, if you can’t afford to listen to my music and you gotta get it off the internet, at least you’re rockin.