There's people making babies to my music. That's nice.

I went to jail at 16 for stealing tires off Cadillacs. When I got out I said, Never again.

I try to tell a story musically in a song.

I quit high school on my birthday. It was my senior year and I didn't see the point. This was 1962, and I was ready to make music.

There's people making babies to my music. That's nice.

No one could understand the bond between me and my brother. I struggled to understand the forces that drove his soul in one direction and mine in another.

The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent.