My Mom Was A Saint. She Taught

In 1965, When Great Young White Artists In The English-speaking World Were Successfully Re-channeling Hillbilly And Black Music - You Know Bob Dylan, Ray Davies, Pete Townsend, Keith Richards - They Didn't Get Any Money At First. They Were All Broke.

Cigarettes And Coffee, Man, That's A Combination.

Well, It Wasn't Like I Was Going To Run Out And Score Heroin And Score An Ounce Of Coke - But Incidentally, On The Road, I Would Usually Get Tanked Up And As Stoned As I Possibly Could To Go On Stage. And Offstage, It Would Be A Demon That Would Come Up About Twice A Week.

As Society Has Changed, What Had Formerly Been Unacceptable Has Become Colorful.

I Never Believed That U2 Wanted To Save The Whales. I Don't Believe That The Beastie Boys Are Ready To Lay It Down For Tibet.