My first kiss can be summed up in one word - unsuccessful.

I was in a vintage pub rock band called Clover in the 1970s.

A lot has been written and said about why he was so great, but I think the best way to appreciate his greatness is just to go back and play some of the old records. Time has a way of being very unkind to old records, but Elvis' keep getting better and better.

I got a very good life. I sold plenty of records, I get recognized plenty, I can always have somebody call up and get me a fine table at a restaurant. What do you really need, ultimately?

I want a new drug, one that won't make me sick. One that won't make me crash my car, or make my head three feet thick.

When you get in the pocket, there is a place where the music begins to play itself. When you can find that spot, it's the best feeling in the world.

I grew up in Marin County north of San Francisco, and in the 1950s and '60s it was a natural paradise.