Ringo Starr may not have much of a voice, but when he sang a song on a Beatle album, it had its own special charm.

The Who, England's most self-conscious band, have released 'Quadrophenia,' which in turn freezes in time our image of the mid-Sixties Mod sensibility.

I saw rock n' roll future and its name is Bruce Springsteen.

The Beatles production is often so 'perfect' that it sounds computerized. 'Sgt. Pepper' really does sound like it took four months to make.

Bob Dylan was the source of pop music's unpredictability in the Sixties. Never as big a record-seller as commonly imagined, his importance was first aesthetic and social, and then as an influence.

It didn't matter that Charlie Chaplin may not have been a great director or a great anything else. He made great movies.

What makes the Stones' arrogance so divine is that we all believe that long ago and far away they weren't rich and famous but poor and struggling, just like us.

'Let's Get It On' is a classic Motown single, endlessly repeatable and always enjoyable.

Since her landmark 'Tapestry,' Carole King has both oversimplified and over elaborated that masterful album's style until her music has become something more overtly but less effectively personal.

There were many stars in Motown's firmament - among them, Stevie, Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson, Martha Reeves and Diana Ross - but I happen to have loved the Four Tops most of all.

Barry White seemed so filled with self-parody at first that it was easy to dismiss him. But it is becoming increasingly obvious with every additional release that he is a very talented man.

To be as pure and perfect as a flower, you must think and dream like a flower.

Having a purpose is one thing, but the quickening is a total animation of passion.

You gotta know who you are, I think, as a person, I'm a laidback guy. I'm very simple. It's simplicity with me. Everything else, having the 10 cars or the 20 cars is ludicrous.

I own property in a quiet little town of Pennsylvania.

I think it's all lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.

I can't imagine a human being so hard up for something to do as to quarrel with me.

I have intentions as a writer, but people - when they're listening to a track - will take from it what they interpret.

Where love is, what can be wanting? Where it is not, what can possibly be profitable?

We need a pharmacological intervention on anti-social behavior or we are not going to get hold of our dilemma.

Self, service, substance is the Divine order and nothing counts until we give ourselves.