When I Heard Little Richard, I Mean,

Hear This Robert Zimmerman, I Wrote A Song For You, About A Strange Young Man Called Dylan With A Voice Like Sand And Glue.

I Suspect That Dreams Are An Integral Part Of Existence, With Far More Use For Us Than We've Made Of Them...the Fine Line Between The Dream State And Reality Is At Times, For Me, Quite Grey.

[david] Bowie Had A Genius For Continual Change Himself, Reinventing His Sound And His Image Throughout The Decades. Each Album Seemed To Find Bowie In A Different Persona, With A New Sound To Match His New Look.

I Really Floated Around In The '60s, Because I Felt Comfortable With Nothing.

I've Been Putting Out The Fire With Gasoline.