Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.
You’ll walk with me out on the wire, cuz baby, I’m just a scared and lonely rider, but I gotta know how it feels… I want to know love is wild, babe, I want to know love is real.
All I do know is that as we age the weight of our unsorted baggage becomes heavier…much heavier. With each passing year, the price of our refusing to do that sorting rises higher and higher.
Don’t run back inside, darlin’, you know just what I’m here for. So you’re scared and you’re thinkin’ we ain’t that young any more…Show a little faith! There’s magic in the night. You ain’t a beauty, but hey, you’re all right.
There is no evidence of the soul except in tis sudden absence. A nothingness enters, taking the place where something was before. A night without stars falls and for a moment covers everything in the room.
First, you write for yourself… always, to make sense of experience and the world around you. It’s one of the ways I stay sane. Our stories, our books, our films are how we cope with the random trauma-inducing chaos of life as it plays.
The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock’n’roll band.
The best music… is essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.
I would spend my life on the road logging hundreds of thousands of miles and my story was always the same. . . man comes to town, detonates; man leaves town and drives off into the evening; fade to black. Just the way I like it.
As Branford Marsalis said in a beautiful essay he write upon Clarence’s death, C was blessed with ‘the power of musical intent.
As we’d slogged away for weeks on the Convention Hall stage in isolation, trying to pump life into our much-vaunted songbook, there’d been only one thing missing: you.
Aging is scary but fascinating, and great talent morphs in strange and often enlightening ways.
(talking about his father) 230 pounds of nickels in Sears slacks.
Now everyone dreams of a love faithful and true,But you and I know what this world can do.So let’s make our steps clear so the other may see.And I’ll wait for you…should I fall behind wait for me.
Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don’t have answers. So I let the mystery settle into my music. I don’t deny anything, I don’t advocate anything, I just live with it.
The star thing I can live with. The music I can’t live without. And that’s how it lays out for me, you know. I got as big an ego and enjoy the attention.
The best music is essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.
Until I realized that rock music was my connection to the rest of the human race, I felt like I was dying, for some reason, and I didn’t know why.
I think that is what film and art and music do they can work as a map of sorts for your feelings.
This music is forever for me. It’s the stage thing, that rush moment that you live for. It never lasts, but that’s what you live for.
There is something about the melody of ‘Thunder Road’ that just suggests ‘new day.’ It suggests morning it suggests something opening up.
For me, I was somebody who was a smart young guy who didn’t do very well in school. The basic system of education, I didn’t fit in; my intelligence was elsewhere.
Getting an audience is hard. Sustaining an audience is hard. It demands a consistency of thought, of purpose, and of action over a long period of time.
My image had always been very heterosexual, very straight. So it was a nice experience for me, a chance to clarify my own feelings about gay and lesbian civil rights.
There is a real patriotism underneath the best of my music but it is a critical, questioning and often angry patriotism.
Blind faith in your leaders, or in anything, will get you killed.
I’ve had an experience through music that has touched almost every part of me. It educated me in ways that I didn’t get educated in school. So we try to lay on a bit of that, through being funny, being serious, playing hard.
I do a lot of curiosity buying; I buy it if I like the album cover, I buy it if I like the name of the band, anything that sparks my imagination.
It’s a sad man my friend who’s livin’ in his own skin and can’t stand the company.
I have spent my life judging the distance between American reality and the American dream.
Your success story is a bigger story than whatever you’re trying to say on stage. Success makes life easier. It doesn’t make living easier.
You can’t have a United States if you are telling some folks that they can’t get on the train. There is a cracking point where a society collapses.
I think I created my particular stage persona out of my dad’s life, and perhaps I even built it to suit him to some degree.