Right around the end of the fifties, college students and young people in general, began to realize that this music was almost like a history of our country - this music contained the real history of the people of this country.

When you've found another soul who see's in to your own...take good care of each other..and remember to be kind.

So I had a couple of years of playing trumpet. I really enjoyed it, but it was not the kind of instrument you could whip out at a party. Let's face it.

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

You can take as much as you can from the generation that has preceded you, but then it's up to you to make something new.

I've also gotten to play in front of a million people in Central Park when there was a grass roots movement calling for nuclear disarmament - it was about 1982 - they called it Peace Sunday.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.