Today, it's very tempting to create songs by cutting and pasting in the studio.

In the '80s, the way radio was programmed, if you didn't have a hit record you weren't going to be able to make any more records. That was it, period.

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.

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

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

You've been thinking and I've been drinking.

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?