I have been coming to Los Angeles since 1975 to perform.

I have been coming to Los Angeles since 1975 to perform.

That's another way, perhaps, of an art poverty; one has to impoverish one's mind.

That's another way, perhaps, of an art poverty; one has to impoverish one's mind.

This is an industry that doesn't have the common cold... It has cholera.

This is an industry that doesn't have the common cold... It has cholera.

This whole country runs on fuel, but our industry for sure,

This whole country runs on fuel, but our industry for sure,

Things just kind of built from there. I always liked watching them in football.

Things just kind of built from there. I always liked watching them in football.

We all lean towards the koa because that's what Hawaii is known for. But it's tough to work with, especially read more

We all lean towards the koa because that's what Hawaii is known for. But it's tough to work with, especially when you get the curly koa. Because of the complexity of the grain, it's a very challenging wood. Mango is a fabulous wood and it's underrated. For some reason, it doesn't carry the influence that koa does. Mango is some beautiful wood. I work some 30 varieties, generally, because I love the variety.

The problem is that people don't see these diseases and think they no longer exist. These viruses and diseases are read more

The problem is that people don't see these diseases and think they no longer exist. These viruses and diseases are still circulating around the world and are just a plane ride away, and they will return if we don't keep our vaccination rates up.

This is the girl next door. Her hair color is high-maintenance, but she's totally comfortable pulling it back, putting on read more

This is the girl next door. Her hair color is high-maintenance, but she's totally comfortable pulling it back, putting on a ball cap or beret as the all-American girl-on-the-go. She's totally sweet, fun loving ... she probably bakes cookies. Guaranteed, her cell phone rings off the hook.

They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent read more

They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent on their next look from a handsome stranger. Their next rush from a popper. The next song that turned their bones to jelly and left them all on the dance floor with heads back, eyes nearly closed, in the ecstasy of saints receiving the stigmata.