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

Sometimes to keep it together you've got to leave it alone.

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

We got the bubble headed bleached blonde comes on at five, She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye, It's interesting when people die give us dirty laundry...

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

I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.

I played drums on Keith Carradine's first record.