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This song is copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright #154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin' it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ourn, cause we don't give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that's all we wanted to do.
I have never harbored any ill will toward people of God's great Earth anywhere - and wish the reverse was also true.
Go ask Alice. I think she'll know.
I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
I'm scared to death of being cold stone sober.
I'm scared to death of audiences.
Am I afraid of high notes? Of course I am afraid! What sane man is not?
I've always been in love with my voice.
I shudder and I sigh to think that even Cicero and many-minded Homer were mad as the mists and snow.
I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.
He demonstrates his willingness to boldly go where no man has gone before-including skating on ice so thin it's imaginary.
Treat a person as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat him as he could be, and he will become what he should be.
A crash! A pause! Breaking all laws of music. A wail, a moan of a saxophone. A grunt, a groan of a mute trombone Is JAZZ!
Minor chords. Condemned by lords. Of music, twangs soft and slow of a big banjo, a violin's shriek in a run unique Is JAZZ!
Human kind cannot bear very much reality.
Dutch pictures are a representation of nature, just as it is seen in a camera obscura.
I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It's still my symbol of rebellion--against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others' ideas.
He [Hitler] was also fond of Bruckner's symphonies.
To study music, we must learn the rules. To create music, we must forget them.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
I didn't have an affair with him--it's my only lasting regret in life.
They separated him from the amplifier and the guitar and it was like he was having an epileptic attack. I said, Do I have to go through these changes just to play my guitar? I'm just a kid! When they separated him, his eyes were red. . . He was gone.
I saw [jazz guitarist Larry] Coryell once--he was one of the few people who ever got up and tried to cut Hendrix. He was leaping backwards and forwards, his fingers flying, and Hendrix--when it came to his solo--just went "BA-W-O-O-O-OWWWW" and it just erased the last ten minutes with one note. It was silly of Coryell to try. It was like walking into a blowtorch--the fool!
Too many overdosed in too many ways: Mama Cass, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, al Wilson of Canned Heat, Brian Jones of the rolling Stones, Keith Moon of The Who, and Pigpen of the Grateful Dead. Those were only the most famous, for untold numbers had bad trips, or worse. Some still are scared. No alien to drugs, Neil Young warned his generation that (every junkie is like a setting sun.) Some never left the endless line of dope peddlers on Telegraph Avenue; others could never leave their own Haight-Ashburys.
My character passes from extreme joy to extreme melancholy.
They are extremely wretched paintings..putrid meat. There is no doubt that the great majority of the work called modern is the product of degenerates.