Sold soul to, apparently, devil, in exchange for: ridiculous voice, diabolical humor, crazy laugh
Some kind of dang guitar-whisperer
Style sense and hair kung fu matched only by pain threshold
Knows stuff about stuff (see: history, music, crowd hypnosis)
Little pink pinch-able cherub cheeks lend striking resemblance to certain Disney woodland creatures
Enthusiastic fan of adult beverages
But most importantly:
DOES NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK. Follows his nose, writes what he likes, takes no prisoners, moves forward, never gives up. Not too many can say that.
Meh, he's okay, I guess. If you like that kind of thing.