Music, you know, true music not just rock 'n' roll, chooses you.
All blues singers are great liars.
(Punk rock is) lunging after some glimpse of a new and better world.
I hate Stanley Clark, but I have to admit he's playing Jazz whether I like it or not.
Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form.
The real question is what to live for. And I can't answer it. Except another one of your records. And another chance for me to write. Art for art's sake, corny as that sounds.