I don't know, but I've been told, the streets of hell are paved with gold.
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk. Freedom, raise your fist and yell.
Mistakes are part of the game. It's how well you recover from them, that's the mark of a great player.
Dead Babies can take care of themselves, dead Babies can´t take things off the shelf.
Every single night, there seemed to be the same seven or eight guys - Harry Nilsson, myself, Mickey Dolenz, Bernie Taupin, Keith Moon when he was in town. It was actually sort of a social club - drinking club - for rock stars that drank - seriously drank.
Do you feel your best when your strung out on your morphine and meth?