My mama was a rocker way back in fifty-three, buys them old records that they sell on TV.

I like making money like anybody else, and I'm paid well, but I think there is a point at which you can out-price your audience or your base.

I can't crawl any further. You never crawled for me.

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.

The music has to be affordable. It's the common man that keeps it going, and if you price it out of his realm, it becomes a thing of the elite.

I'm more interested in what I'm going to leave behind me than in making a big hit record. I've refined what I do for a long time. If getting better at it means it goes over the heads of those who only wanted to party, then so be it.