It was 22 years of work in a row, right up until 1987. Twenty-two years in a row-either on tour, writing an album, or recording an album. It wasn't until 1987 that I was able to take a breath.

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.

With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.

I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.

Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page.

Well all of Chuck's children are out there playing his licks, get into your kicks. Come back baby, rock and roll never forgets.

I love working with different musicians in the studio, that's a real joy working with someone for the first time.