I guess I can go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go.
I haven't read anything but regurgitated rumors. Nothing new, and nothing true.
I started out when I was about 12, playing drums. I started singing when I was about 15.
I was in a band when I was 15. We were a glam band. Then I couldn't afford to buy makeup. At the time that was the thing.
I've always looked for the perfect life to step into. I've taken all the paths to get where I wanted.But no matter where I go, I still come home me.
I found out through the Internet that I have AIDS. I learned that I was dead. Where else would I find these things?
At home I'm just a guy who has interests that extend far beyond music.
I don't think any drug that can cause brain damage, failing kidneys, hardening arteries, pain, and suffering should be made available.
I don't take part in it the way I used to-the bimbos, the free beers, free drugs, all that. That's still there if you want it, but I don't really seek that out any more.
Drugs will have a huge effect on my work for the rest of my life, whether I'm using or not.
Being me is no different than being most anyone else, I guess.
Andrew Wood's death changed things for a few weeks. I probably got even heavier into drugs after that.
A lot of power-pop comes out of LA, a lot of speed metal comes out of New York.
Drugs are not the way to the light. They won't lead to a fairy-tale life, they lead to suffering.
We survived a Slayer crowd every night for about 50 days and thought we could do about anything after that.