Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.

I'm not a number. Dammit, I'm a man.

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.

I think I'm going to Katmandu, that's really, really where I'm going to

Every now and then you'll nail one that's really, really special. And that's what you live for.

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.