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.

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.'

For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.

Some records with drum machines on them sound phony and plastic. It all depends on how you use the tools.

So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.

Mick Jagger can't even make a successful solo album, and the Stones are the biggest rock group that ever was.

The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.