See, I don't like places where people can't dance - don't like clubs or theatres where a bunch of bourgeois people sit around tip, tip, tipping their fingers.

The music was thunder and joy. Lightning bolts of happiness and praise, foot-stomping, dance-shouting, good-feeling singing from the soul.

In some ways, it's my rage that keeps me going.

At last my love has come along. My lonely days are over and life is like a song.

It's not about battling the original artists when I record these songs, it's about paying tribute to them.

Long as I was riding in a big Cadillac and dressed nice and had plenty of food, that's all I cared about.

The only time that I am really truly happy—when I feel at my best—is when I'm on the stage.