I’m a synthesist. I’m always making music. And I make a lot of different kinds of music all the time. Some of it gets finished and some of it doesn’t.
In America everything’s about who’s number one today.
You can beat the drum so hard that people stop listening. I wanted to use my voice wisely and not expend it wastefully.
Fame, on its best day, is kind of like a friendly wave from a stranger by the side of the road. And when it’s not so good, it’s like a long walk home, all alone, with nobody in when you get there.
To her Cheshire smile, I’ll stand on file, she’s all I ever wanted. But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts.
I think life goes through a cycle of losing and refinding yourself all the time. Everyone has disappointments all the time, some of them pretty small, some of them pretty big.
The artists we love, they put their fingerprint on your imagination, and on your heart and your soul.
When you have three teenagers, it gives a whole new meaning to “homeland security.”
Use it, Rosie, that’s what it’s there for.
You’ve always got to remember, rock and roll’s never been about giving up. For me, for a lot of kids, it was a totally positive force... not optimistic all the time, but positive. It was never – never – a bout surrender.
Everybody’s got a hungry heart.
Now, those memories come back to haunt me; they haunt me like a curse.
A dream of life comes to me, like a catfish dancing on the end of the line.
The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive.
The criminal ineptitude makes you furious.
I told a story with the E Street Band that was bigger and better than I could have done on my own.
Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud.
The Clash were a major influence on my own music. They were the best rock ‘n’ roll band. Thanks, Joe.
She’s a walkin’, talkin’ reason to live.
Madman drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat. In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat.