Here's a story that I really want to tell about Bo Diddley at the OK corral.

I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.

And if California slides into the ocean, as the mystics and statistics say it will, I predict this hotel will be standing until I've paid my bill.

My father was a boxer, though. So, I have a particular interest in Ray Mancini, I think.

Regrets are so far from reality.

Dylan doesn't have to make Blonde On Blonde every time.

But I can't say that I didn't like John Hammond's performances often better than the originals.