I remember playing Conway Twitty's record "It's Only Make Believe" over and over, wondering, "How do they get that sound?" Elvis inspired my sideburns, but Little Richard inspired me for vocals. He had the purest, most joyous rock'n'roll voice. And he liked a little booty, didn't he? He certainly wasn't into girls -- he was the king and queen of rock'n'roll. There was great music then, and it all seems to have gone to sh.. now. I know it sounds like I'm an old, miserable, crotchety bastard -- and believe me, I am -- but it's true. It's much more fun to be full of hope than pessimism, any day of the week.