Unlike a lot of people, I don’t need the affirmation or anything.
That’s a good way to live, go against the wind.
Most of the time, I’m here in Michigan and I’m taking out the garbage every Monday.
When I try to write I try to write something different every time. That’s the challenge.
The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.
You can’t get a good crew and a good sound system, and a good light system if you do a small tour. If you want the best, those guys want a commitment of about 4 to 6 months. And I’d want the best people and the best stuff.
Well all of Chuck’s children are out there playing his licks, get into your kicks. Come back baby, rock and roll never forgets.
It’s a rite of passage for the everyman, to a higher ground.
He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.
It was 22 years of work in a row, right up until 1987. Twenty-two years in a row-either on tour, writing an album, or recording an album. It wasn’t until 1987 that I was able to take a breath.
You go to LA, or you go to New York, and it’s really fun to go there. But they’re not grounded. Everybody is just competing all the time for the limelight. It’s too much entertainment industry. There are too many choices. And it’s distracting to me.
I work my back ’til it’s racked with pain, the boss can’t even recall my name.
My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.
Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.
Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page.
I’ve never been unhappy with Capitol. Not really. They’ve been really good by me.
I write a lot of songs people don’t hear. I really just enjoy the process. I finish ’em all. I don’t think there’s a whole lot of difference between the bad ones and the good ones.
Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.
Sometimes you can hear them talk, other times you can’t. All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man?
It’s the age of reason for the anarchist.