I remember the first time I saw a CD, a technology guy brought one to my house and said we will be able to sell millions and millions of players, and people will have to restock their record collections. It was all about money. It was all about how much money we would make, "we" being "him."

This is serious business, sex, violence, and rock and roll.

I think it's ridiculous to try to sell records to teenagers, because teenagers don't buy my records. And there ain't that many teenagers out there in the marketplace.

Nobody heard anything ahead of time.

With no bottom line, it's hard to know wrong from right. But I ain't ever satisfied.

All the women in the world want a phony rock star who plays guitar.

Mama, why do I always fall for the crazy ones?