In World War II all these countries were completely against each other, complete opposite. Now we're getting them all together, through the idea of music.

Music is my religion.

A girl asked me if she could comb my hair. Nobody can comb my hair, I can’t even comb my hair.

Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.

I'd like to get something together - like a Handel, Bach, Muddy waters, flamenco type of thing. If I could get that sound, I'd be happy

Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel.

I got a pet monkey called Charlie Chan.