My fake Japanese was smooth enough to earn me the title of 'The Emperor of Pleasing Graciousness' in that country.

My fake Japanese was smooth enough to earn me the title of 'The Emperor of Pleasing Graciousness' in that country.

From 1958 to 1964, that's real rock n' roll. Then the Beatles hit and everyone sounded like them.

I think the acts today get too much money. I really do. They wind up blowing it all anyway. It's silly to give children that much money.

Half the time I feel like I'm appealing to the downer freaks out there. We start to play one downer record after another until I begin to get down myself. Give me something from 1960 or something; let me get up again. The music of today is for downer freaks, and I'm an upper.

A little mordida, here. A little mordida, there.

My existence went up about 12 levels of intensity.