My Voice? Yeah, Well, I Used To

I've Got A Great Dislike Of Reunions. It's A Little Like Trying To Go Back And Relive The Best Parts Of Your Life, But You Can't Do It. Nothing Is Ever The Same.

Eventually I Would Like To Reach The Stage Where I Don't Have To Write About Love And Kisses And All That Stuff. I Wish I Could Write About Really Ultimate Things. That's Where I Think All Of Us Want To Go, Really. All The Groups Seem To Be Heading Towards A Kind Of Pop Music That Deals With Ultimate Things.

I Look Upon The Animals, They Were A Great Band Initially, We Left Our Mark, But Thing Was It Was A Band That Couldn't Live Up To Its Name So I Soldiered On. On One Level, It Was Devastating For A While. On Another Level, Maybe I Should Thank Them For Helping Me Make My Own Way In My Own Career.

Britain, And My Hometown, Will Always Be With Me Wherever I Go And Whatever I Do - But I Prefer To Live In California.

Well, It Seems That One Day Dylan Was Drivin' Up To San Francisco From New Orleans Or Somewhere, When Our Record [house Of The Rising Sun] Came Over His Radio. When It Was Announced He Said To Joan Baez -- Who Was With Him At The Time -- 'this'll Be The First Time I've Heard This Version', Although It Was Number One In The States. So He Listened To It, Stopped The Car, Ran Round The Car Five Times, Banged His Head On The Bumper And Began Leapin' About Shouting 'it's Great! It's Great!'