Scott Weiland

Processed pig is white trash meat. Some people call it Spam.

When I was around nine years old, I was a fan of Shaun Cassidy's first album.

Not many people are able to say that they had in their professional career the chance to perform in two bands that won Grammys and were multiplatinum bands.

Ambiguity depletes as your budget rises.

My feeling for reality TV isn't ironic, guilty, or apologetic. Reality TV is one of the few remaining modes of popular entertainment in which characterization is permitted as plot.

I tend to gravitate to the darkest or most obscure part of any venue in an effort to have my own space to experience the music on my own, free from unwanted conversations and other distractions.