I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.
The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.
There are no facts, there is no truth, just data to be manipulated.
The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.
I don't mind doing two or three Eagles songs and playing the drums. I'm not one of those artists who's going to sit here and deny the past.
We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.