I Looked Upon Myself, In A Sort

I Was In Awe Sometimes Listening To Mick Taylor . Everything Was There In His Playing - The Melodic Touch, A Beautiful Sustain And A Way Of Reading A Song.

There Was A Knock On Our Dressing-room Door. Our Manager Shouted, 'keith! Ron! The Police Are Here!' Oh, Man, We Panicked, Flushed Everything Down The John. Then The Door Opened And It Was Stewart Copeland And Sting.

Music Is A Language That Doesn’t Speak In Particular Words. It Speaks In Emotions, And If It’s In The Bones, It’s In The Bones.

The Electric Guitar Was Vital In Helping What I've Achieved Where Would I Be Without It? Playing Awfully Quietly, For A Start.

Whatever Side I Take, I Know Well That I Will Be Blamed.