The fact of the matter is, I'm f**king brilliant. Not 'was' brilliant. 'Am' brilliant.

Dance is the only thing that lets you lose yourself and find yourself at the same time.

It's terrible feeling like an eligible bachelor but no women seeming to agree with you.

I've learned a huge amount because I've been tested and, more importantly, I've been trusted.

Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.

Turning something into low resolution data does seem to make it worth less in the modern world.

I know how it feels to be a woman because I am a woman. And I won't be classified as just a man.

A lot of my audience are in their 50s. But they want me to pretend to continue to be pretending.

Bob Dylan did the first really long record - Like A Rolling Stone - I think it was four minutes.

I felt that The Who had ended because we'd lost touch with our original Shepherd's Bush audience.

We've got to fool the fools, and plan the plans. We must rule the rules, got to stand the stands.

He is the king. If it hadn't been for Link Wray and 'Rumble', I would have never picked up a guitar.

He is the king. If it hadn't been for Link Wray and 'Rumble,' I would have never picked up a guitar.

It makes me angry when people insist that I have a responsibility to do what they think I should do.

Songwriting is best. It's the hardest ... finest ... tightest. It also requires the most discipline.

Tough boys running the streets, come a little closer. Rough toys under the sheets, nobody knows her.

Even as age humbles me it feeds my arrogance. There is still nothing that interests me as much as myself.

The bad part about growing older is I'm going bald. The good part is my nose seems to be getting shorter.

Is your perception of 'I Heard It Through the Grapevine' so shallow that it's violated by dancing raisins?

In order to have faith, or follow any other organized religion, I'd have to suspend a degree of disbelief.

I have to say that anger is the blanket that comes around me, and that blunts and blurs my sense of proportion.

I'M FREE! - I'm free, And freedom tastes of reality, I'm free - I'm free, An' I'm waiting for you to follow me.

Once she woke with untamed lover's face between her legs, now he's cooled and stifled and it's she who has to beg.

The Who got paid 4000 pounds during those days, but we always smashed our equipment that cost more than 5000 pounds.

Water is more precious than oil. Both are more precious than music. Music won't heat a house or help a plant to grow.

The music we play has to be tomorrow's, the things we say have to be today, and the reason for bothering is yesterday.

I bought a Dutch barge and turned it into a recording studio. My plan was to go to Paris and record rolling down the Seine.

I respect those who follow religious routes only if they seem to me to be morally proper and in accord with the modern world.

What the English like to do is to face reality with a glass of port and a tear and fade off like Basil Rathbone into the sunset.

Although I dig my guitar playing, I think it's kind of an obvious situation; I play what I want to play within my own restrictions.

I think we are incumbent, I am incumbent, the Who is incumbent, anybody that produces anything by me is incumbent by my Englishness.

The Who is now a brand, not a band; but it is a brand that is upheld by its audience, not an industry or a cynical moneymaking machine.

I have terrible hearing trouble. I have unwittingly helped to invent and refine a type of music that makes its principal proponents deaf.

Keith Moon is not interested in Jazz and won't ever be a Jazz drummer because he's more interested in looking good and being screamed at.

Although I was well past my teenage troubles, our music was specifically designed to lubricate the passage from adolescence to adulthood.

When I grew up, what was interesting for me was that music was color and life was gray. So music for me has always been more than entertainment.

There's a man upon that ledge, he's only cleaning windows. What a shame for the pain we're missing. Gonna lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall.

I sing my heart out to the wide open spaces I sing my heart out to the infinite sea I sing my vision to the sky-high mountains I sing my song to the free.

I don't really know any other musicians like me. I grew up backstage with my dad who played in a post-war dance band, so I always feel at home at a venue.

It's the most psychedelic experience I ever had, going to see Hendrix play. When he started to play, something changed: colors changed, everything changed.

In the midnight of a soul's unsleeping, hear the waterfall of women weeping. Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling, hear the prostituted children calling.

I only really started to go to plays and to be interested in drama 20 years ago when as an artist I was already well-rounded. I think I'm more disciplined today.

English banjo players really were a law unto themselves - you don't find that kind of brisk banjo playing on the original Louis Armstrong or Bix Beiderbecke records.

Everything that I had done creatively related to two or three incidents that happened to me when I was a child that I'd forgotten. Everything, absolutely everything.

To be completely honest, I think if I hadn't been bullied into the band, I would have been happier as an art student. I would have been happier in a Brian Eno world.

Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling, while the empty churches' bells are pealing. And the green hills lay ignored, untended, lonely watchers remain unbefriended.

What theatre started to look at much earlier than any other form was the internal operations of ordinary people, sometimes using mythic models in order to tell the story.

Deep inside of every human being is this feeling that nothing is ever going to be complete, that the circle will never connect - and that itself is the secret to infinity.

I needed to give back, give back, give back. I felt guilty about my success. I felt uncomfortable about how easily I had been delivered this extraordinary life that I had.

Keith Moon, God rest his soul, once drove his car through the glass doors of a hotel, driving all the way up to the reception desk, got out and asked for the key to his room.

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