Screaming your heart out into a mike, it ain’t cheap anymore, okay? And if you don’t have 800 grand in the bank, truth in sound, it ain’t available.
Rock and roll, man. If you like it, you can’t help but move to it.
Okay, look at me. I love you. Nonetheless, you don’t pick a guy in the next five minutes, I’m gonna rip your head off your neck and put my own f*****g guitarist on top of it.
Musicians ain’t your friends, kid. They’re products. They’re products. You catch a hot model, you push it as hard as you can before the buyers move on to the next, that’s it.
Less artists means less need to kiss the asses of those artists.
It’s amazing what you can do when you’re not whacked out of your mind on drugs.
If you want to change your image, you don’t just get a new shirt, honey. We must be an assault on the past.
If you ever talk to me like that again, I’ll slap you so hard you’ll be singing out of your a**hole.
I’d trust my wife naked in bed with Burt Reynolds before I’d trust you with 100 grand in cash.
I’d offer you a drink, but you’re an a**hole.
I think what I’d do without Moira. What’s your secret? ‘Cause I can’t get the b**ch to leave.
God saved me. He wants me to make a mark. I’m gonna do it, too. We’re gonna make music, change the f*****g world. Thank me for it later.
