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.

Eleven on a scale of ten, honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend.

Famine and disaster, right there in front of you, and the more you watch, the less you do.

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

People look around you, the signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you to be the one who to care.

How long will it be 'till we've turned To the tasks and the skills That we'll have to have learned If we're going to find our place in the future And have something to offer Where this planet's concerned?

I started playing the trumpet when I was about eight.