The only other time I can recall my dad getting upset at me was when I missed a hockey practice. My parents were away so my buddy and I decided to skip it. I never told my dad about it but he found out from the coach.

Well Steve Vai joined my dad's band right around the time when I actually started playing guitar. So he gave me a couple of lessons on fundamentals and gave me some scales and practice things to work on. But I pretty much learned everything by ear.

My dad Donald was a vet and had a practice in Yorkshire. Cats and dogs were his bread and butter but his greatest love was large animals.

My dad taught me to play bass. He's a bass player he still plays in a band in Michigan to this day. He taught me to play bass when I was about 6. I used to just go to band practice with him and whoever didn't show up for rehearsal that day I would take their spot.

I grew up in Chicago so I've always been a Bears fan. Dad used to take me to Bears games and Cubs games. My brother used to ride me over to Lake Forest College on his Honda Supersport and we'd watch the Bears practice. I remember those guys out there as monsters - they were the biggest things I've ever seen!

My grandfather along with Carnegie was a pioneer in philanthropy which my father then practiced on a very large scale.

My father taught me that the only way you can make good at anything is to practice and then practice some more.

They put me in a harness like a horse to learn the back somersault. It was weird up there when I put on that harness for the first time. The courage came with practice.

Take chances make mistakes. That's how you grow. Pain nourishes your courage. You have to fail in order to practice being brave.

One isn't necessarily born with courage but one is born with potential. Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind true merciful generous or honest.