Entertainment came out of this thing called a television, and it was gray. Most of the films that we saw at the cinema were black and white. It was a gray world. And music somehow was in color.

Looking back, I don't know why we needed it to be quite so loud all the time.

Once she woke with untamed lover's face between her legs, now he's cooled and stifled and it's she who has to beg.

There's no easy way to be free.

It wasn't just about flashing lights and pinball machines blowing up and things like that. It was about using encores, bringing back the good songs and using techniques that I knew about from rock performance.

The problem for me, still today, is that I write purely with one dramatic structure and that is the rite of passage. I'm not really skilled in any other. Rock and roll itself can be described as music to accompany the rite of passage.

Beach is a place where a man can feel he's the only soul in the world that's real.