I wouldn't be windmilling a Fender Telecaster if it weren't for Pete Townshend.
Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.
Use it, Rosie, that's what it's there for.
This music is forever for me. It's the stage thing, that rush moment that you live for. It never lasts, but that's what you live for.
Every rock song is some variation of 'Pull down your pants'
Fame, on its best day, is kind of like a friendly wave from a stranger by the side of the road. And when it's not so good, it's like a long walk home, all alone, with nobody in when you get there.