The first amp I had back in the '50s was a small Fender.

One thing will lead to another and somebody will come up with a riff or a line or something we build from.

I was working at this club in downtown L.A. from four to eight at night, just Eddie Rubin, the drummer, and I.

I'd gone through periods where I didn't work live performances for probably seven or eight months at a time.

That rich guy you've been seeing, must have put you down. Welcome back baby, to the poor side of town.

If you're going to get into music, you've got to learn the 12-bar blues.

All summer long we spent dancin' in the sand, and the jukebox kept on playing Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.