“I’m living the dream. I’ve got a big tour bus, an incredible band, a big house, and a family that are all taken care of through my music. I’ve got a beautiful wife and three beautiful kids.”

I keep a pretty tight grip on my schedule and I compare it a lot to a fireman’s – a four-on then four-off type of deal.

I want to keep my fan base supplied with a steady chain of music.

I couldn’t write a song to save my life. I wouldn’t say that I started to panic, but I was definitely getting frustrated. I couldn’t even cross a t or dot an i.

I think most performers are just lazy.

I’d like to think that throughout my career whatever my current record is has 110% of my best.

I still have a lot of passion for music, but I would quit it tomorrow if that’s what my family needed me to do. I’m sure I’d miss it, but it’s a job.

Once I made up my mind that music was what I wanted to do, I never looked back.

There might be some of them that don’t care. To me, it’s important that my fans know how much I appreciate them.

I just never gave anything else much thought after music. I just hope that I’m doing what God intended me to do, and that’s all.

I put everything in God’s hands, asking him to give me strength and understanding. I asked him to help me to be strong for my family and that he would continue to take care of us. One day, shortly after that, I woke up really inspired.

I always tell people that my primary job is being a dad and husband. Music is just what pays the bills.

I’ll work to maintain my work ethic out on the road, playing my shows, giving 110%, keeping God first, my family second, and treating my fans like royalty.

You should work at everything you do and try to perfect it as best you can.

Family is fun, way more fun than music.

I would rather have 100,000 fans for a lifetime than a million for a couple years.

There’s just enough drinking and cheating songs around without me adding to them. Unless you’ve got something better than “Misery and Gin” by Merle Haggard, you’re beating a dead horse.

The baby boomers’ politics have covered a wide band of silliness, from the Weather Underground to the Timothy McVeigh types. The great majority of us are well in the middle of that spectrum, but still, there’s been both leftie silliness and right-wing silliness.

Christian music has taken a turn towards worship music, which has turned into a lot of bands and those types of sounds.

I remember a time when I would hear a band and then want to hear everything that sounded like it;

He’s a million rubber bands in his resilience.

There’s no real template to follow these days for what a band should and shouldn’t be – bands are just becoming these weird little Internet avatars that you either follow or download or interact with in some removed way.

I was a fairly good amateur musician, and I was an average professional. But the one thing I saw was that the big band business was fading.

There is nothing in art, in philosophy, or in politics to match the fervor of mutual cooperation among discordant bands of fanatics.

But the live band is now becoming ancient history in Thailand, Cambodia, and Burma.