My Dad, Bless Him, Was

I Like Most Kinds Of Music. So I Haven't Got A Bag, As They Say... Except The Big Black One In The Hall Outside.

I Lost My Voice. I'd Never Had To Cancel A Show Before And I Had To Walk Around With A Pad And A Pen, Writing Things Down.

Somewhere Down The Line Everyone Must Pay For Their Misdeeds.

At The End Of The Beatles, I Really Was Done In For The First Time In My Life. Until Then, I Really Was A Kind Of Cocky Sod.

I Think People Who Create And Write, It Actually Does Flow-just Flows From Into Their Head, Into Their Hand, And They Write It Down. It's Simple.