Everything Will Be Okay In The End.

Songwriting Is About Getting The Demon Out Of Me. It's Like Being Possessed.

We're Crazy About This City. Los Angeles? That's Just A Big Parking Lot Where You Buy A Hamburger For The Trip To San Francisco.

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends.

In Hamburg The Waiters Always Had Preludin - And Various Other Pills, But I Remember Preludin Because It Was Such A Big Trip - And They Were All Taking These Pills To Keep Themselves Awake, To Work These Incredible Hours In This All-night Place. And So The Waiters, When They'd See The Musicians Falling Over With Tiredness Or With Drink, They'd Give You The Pill. You'd Take The Pill, You'd Be Talking, You'd Sober Up, You Could Work Almost Endlessly - Until The Pill Wore Off, Then You'd Have To Have Another.

Elvis Died The Day He Went Into The Army.