An uncle of mine emigrated to Canada and couldn't take his guitar with him. When I found it in the attic, I'd found a friend for life.
Our politicians, they all seemed like game show hosts to me.
Hell is full of high court judges.
I write the music, produce it and the band plays within the parameters that I set.
My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party.
Yoga is almost like music in a way; there's no end to it.