I'm Blessed With A Pretty Good Voice.

So Much Time Weeping And Wailing And Shaking Our Fists, Creating Enemies That Really Don't Exist.

Lennon's Was One Of The First Voices I Emulated When I Began To Sing. When We Held Tryouts In My Pal's Dad's Living Room For The Singer In Our Band, I Sang A Beatles Song That Lennon Sang. There Is Something About The Timbre Of His Voice, Something That It Conveys, That Still Gets To Me. The Quality And The Poetry Of His Lyrics. The Wry Sense Of Humor. And The Boyishness, In The Beginning. There Are A Great Many Things That Touch Me About Him... Lennon Was, To Put It In His Own Words, A 'working-class Hero.'

We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some Point You Must Leave The Party.

There Are People In Your Life Who've Come And Gone, They Let You Down And Hurt Your Pride. Better Put It All Behind You, Life Goes On, You Keep Carrying That Anger, It'll Eat You Up Inside.

In Forty-five Minutes, It'll All Be Done. We'll All Be Good And Crispy, But We'll Still Be Number One.