I always took quite seriously the things that Chuck D. of Public Enemy had to say. He's always been someone I've learned quite a bit from and someone I pay a great deal of attention to.

If a slave were to raise his voice to his master, he risked all manner of punishment. Yet what was possible in many circumstances was to lift one's voice in song. This was a major ingredient in what is now known as blues and gospel. Slaves may have been regarded as subhuman by their cruel captors, but through music, they were proud and dignified.

I don't need music for the good times. I don't have that kind of need. Music doesn't serve me like that.

Canadians are often a friendly bunch.

Music, to me, is mankind's greatest possible achievement because look at all the good it does.

I wonder how Colin Powell sleeps at night. I would like to have a word with him because he lied. He lied. He lied to me. He lied to my face through the camera at the U.N.

All I have is me. Over-worked, under-appreciated, middle-aged, and shriveled up.