Music works in mysterious ways. Once it goes in you have no idea what it can do to you.
Retire? I can't spell the word. I'd play in a wheelchair.
I like it here in Austin. Anybody got a room?
When you're supported by millions all over the world, you can either go nuts, or try to feed off the goodwill.
Some things get better with age. Like me.
Why would you want to be anything else if you're Mick Jagger?