The love of one's country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border?
Rock n' roll is poison put to sound.
The art of not playing in tempo--one has to learn it. And the art of not playing what is written on the printed paper.
The answer to helplessness is not so very complicated.
To the whole world you might be just one person, but to one person you might just be the whole world.
The heart of the melody can never be put down on paper.