There are no facts, there is no truth, just data to be manipulated.
Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.
Some records with drum machines on them sound phony and plastic. It all depends on how you use the tools.
Lawsuits should not be used to destroy a viable and independent distribution system. The solution lies in the marketplace and not the courtroom.
In the old days, words like sin and Satan had a moral certitude. Today, they’re replaced with self-help jargon, words like dysfunction and antisocial behavior, discouraging any responsibility for one’s actions...
The more I know, the less I understand.
I said, baby, do you have no shame? She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly, like cows at a passing train.
I have a bad back partially from playing the drums and singing. I used to have to hold my body in such a position that my spine got out of alignment.
Who knows how long this will last, now we’ve come so far so fast.
It was pretty frightening because as we all know, when large, famous groups breakup, a lot of the members don’t survive in solo careers.
Let hope inspire you, but let not idealism blind you. Don’t look back, you can never look back.
My creative life is a constant struggle to achieve a balance between letting things flow in and letting things flow out.
I try to write conversationally; I try to write like people speak and put the emphasis on the right syllable.
I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that’s usually what I focus on.
Playing the drums hurts my back.
I’m certainly not thrilled with everything the Eagles did, but there are some things I’m quite proud of.
I played drums on Keith Carradine’s first record.
I’m always jotting things down on pieces of paper. I’ve got pieces of paper all over my house.
I now derive physical and spiritual pleasure from gardening and there is tremendous satisfaction in knowing that I could survive almost anywhere if I had to.
For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving.