No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned

I don't really know any other musicians like me. I grew up backstage with my dad who played in a post-war dance band, so I always feel at home at a venue.

The day you open your mind to music, you're halfway to opening your mind to life.

Good old Pete. That's me. But I find it hard to think of myself in the first person when I'm writing about The Who. So many times he has willingly sat down to write about the good old Who. Isn't he too old to masturbate?

What the English like to do is to face reality with a glass of port and a tear and fade off like Basil Rathbone into the sunset.

Enjoy life. And be careful what you pray for - remember, you will get it all.

What the Who is all about is exactly that and it always has been. If it exists today for this concert, it's in response again to a function which is happening out there on the street.