I bought my first dirt bike when I was 12, and I started racing motocross when I was 15 and started getting pretty successful. Then I started racing snowmobiles at 17 and decided I wanted to focus on that and see if I can make a career at it.
I grew up in Gladstone, Alabama, on a dirt road, with an outside bathroom.
I would want like Leonardo Dicaprio’s dirt, because he doesn’t have any out there. We never see any bad press about him.
To clean your face thoroughly, even do a scrub, and let it sit and make sure your pores are clean before you go to club. If it sits on your face overnight, dirt just builds up. Even just laying there the whole night, stuff gets on your face, so anything else there is just really not good.
I always remember my mom saying she wanted a son, so I basically filled that position, like, being outside and always having dirt underneath my nails. I was never afraid of getting dirty and grimy.
Do dirt, get dirt. So I treat people with the same respect that I want.
I grew up with horses and cattle, running around on dirt hills with this real sense of space. We didn’t have neighbours – well, the nearest ones were kilometres away.
I fly myself everywhere. I like all kinds of flying, including practical flying for search and rescue. And I also like to fly into the backcountry, usually the Frank Church Wilderness in Idaho. I go with a group of friends, and we set up camp for about five days and explore little dirt strips and canyons.
We weren’t dirt poor, but there was no spare money kicking around. While it was very much understood that the way to a better life was through education, books were a luxury we couldn’t afford. But when I was six, we actually moved opposite the central library, and that became my home from home.
For centuries, from the dirt roads of Trenton, to the hills of Virginia, to the trenches of Amiens, our armed forces never fought in a war they didn’t win.
I love walking down the street and seeing faces and drama and happiness and sadness and dirt and cleanliness.
I want all that dirt and grime and life-sauce. A lot of my favorite old soul records have it, but you don’t hear it on country records anymore.
I may not yet be as old as dirt, but dirt and I are starting to have an awful lot in common.
I thought instead of burying myself under dirt, I’d bury myself under water so everybody could see that you’re there.
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.
What you do on a dinosaur expedition is you hike and look at the ground. You find bones sticking out of the dirt and, once you see something, you dig.
Starting with the lyrics, ‘Only scared of myself and the truth in the stars/I’m a king, I’m the dirt, God within me shine,’ the first half of ‘6 Weeks’ delves into my attempts to balance the notion that I have an existential purpose with the realization that I am nothing against the vastness of the universe.
The one thing I’ve always done as an author is talk to my publicists. Because they have all the best stories – and they have all the dirt on other, more famous and important writers. They’re not supposed to talk about it, but sometimes you can get awesome little tidbits from them.
‘Swagger’ would be the word for ‘Dirt On My Boots.’ With the real funky drum loop and the ganjo rolling down, and then the fiddles and the guitar and steel, it really took an old school style where it’s fiddle, steel, guitar, and mixed it with a drum loop.
My dad looked like Errol Flynn, and I think my mom thought she was moving into a hacienda, but they lived on a dirt street in Tijuana, a house jammed with relatives, nobody speaking English. She didn’t know a word of Spanish. She grew up well and was appalled and humiliated, terrified of anyone ethnic.
