It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.

I always get very calm with baseball.

You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.

I've got a reason to believe we all be received in Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee.

Facts can be turned into art if one is artful enough.

When I began making my own albums, the songs became funkier. They were more about the streets.

Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same