Songs suffer at the mercy of the performer.
I'll probably never put out another album because I'm a tough critic of my work, and I don't think I could come up to those standards any more.
I just learned my lyrics and tried not to bump into the trumpet player. That was my philosophy.
Whatever fame came did so not because I sought it.
The world is a pile of grunge.
When rock music came in, I wasn't bitter about it. I was puzzled.