I have a bad back partially from playing the drums and singing. I used to have to hold my body in such a position that my spine got out of alignment.

Lennon's was one of the first voices I emulated when I began to sing. When we held tryouts in my pal's dad's living room for the singer in our band, I sang a Beatles song that Lennon sang. There is something about the timbre of his voice, something that it conveys, that still gets to me. The quality and the poetry of his lyrics. The wry sense of humor. And the boyishness, in the beginning. There are a great many things that touch me about him... Lennon was, to put it in his own words, a 'working-class hero.'

Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.

Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.

I'm always jotting things down on pieces of paper. I've got pieces of paper all over my house.

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.