“Take down those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine.”

I was able to come up with a couple articles for the magazine, I was able to solicit help from a bunch of my friends to contribute pieces: Patton Oswalt, Seth Green, Emo Phillips, Chris Hardwick, John Hodgman, and more.

When I go to my live shows it’s often a multigenerational audience, a family bonding experience.

Nows the time to go for all the gusto you can grab. You’ll have plenty of time to be low-key when you’re laid out on the slab.

I make charts of songs that are good candidates, good targets, so to speak.

There are a lot of songs that would ostensibly be a good candidate for parody, yet I can’t think of a clever enough idea.

If money can’t buy happiness, then I guess I’ll have to rent it.

I tend to enunciate pretty well. It’s always seemed that my voice is one of those voices that people can recognize pretty easily – which has been a bit of a drawback for some characters.

Some people want to advertise their weirdness, and spread it out, that’s not me.

Kind of wish I was dead. Maybe, I’ll blow my brains out, mama, or maybe I’ll go bowling.

I am not making this up. Needless to say, as soon as I discovered that, I gave up meat entirely.

I’m always a little leery about doing shows where I’m not the headliner because when I first started playing in 1982 I opened for Missing Persons and got pelted for 45 minutes.

My wife went off with Elvis.

As it turns out, there is a thing called the Internet, and stuff does go out there whether the suits like it or not.

The music has always been my bread and butter, and I’ve focused more of my attention on that.

By the time I’m in the studio recording my parody, 10,000 parodies of that song are on YouTube.

I don’t really look at myself as the kind of person who craves attention, but I’ve never been to therapy so there’s probably a lot of stuff about myself that I don’t know.

When I first started modelling, as I was walking down the catwalk I just thought,

I asked them to sit down since I’d come to walk around. I didn’t want them doing me favours.

I’m tired of screwing up. I’m tired of being down. I’m tired of myself. I’m tired of bein’ down.

That’s definitely my goal, and always has been through the Universal Zulu Nation, is to show that music breaks down all that foolishness and can bring all types of people together, especially when you can mix it and shape it.

I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down.

Deep down, everything boils down (“au fond tout se ramène”, Fr.) to the following simple question; Do we really want justice and the realization in this world of higher principles, or else do we want to serve selfish.

When I get back into the city, it doesn’t matter where you plop me down, I have my friends around me and I feel so blessed.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.) I think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then.