Just ask anybody who is getting old - everything starts hurting. For me, it's my shoulders, thumbs, knees and feet.
You can lose yourself in pleasure, 'til your body's going numb, but will it ever be enough.
Dreams they come and go, but thoughts like love will always grow.
My gigs are built on improvisation: I go out there and I'm like the Energizer bunny.
I don't have a rock voice. I have to force it. I am like an opera singer.
A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age.