That was very close to getting killed. Usually at pop festivals we have people jumping on stage.

I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies, I'm the ache in the belly when your baby cries, and I'm the burning sensation when the convict fries.

Don't always know what I am talking about, feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt.

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.

Two of the guys that were honorary Vampires - Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix - had already died at 27. And they were certainly archangels in our group.

All sliced up and sealed tight in baggies. Guess love makes you do funny things.

I'm not crazy about country-western music. But the lyrics are good.