Looking Back, I Think I

One Of My Great Memories Of John Is From When We Were Having Some Argument. I Was Disagreeing And We Were Calling Each Other Names. We Let It Settle For A Second And Then He Lowered His Glasses And He Said: "it's Only Me." And Then He Put His Glasses Back On Again. To Me, That Was John. Those Were The Moments When I Actually Saw Him Without The Facade, The Armor, Which I Loved As Well, Like Anyone Else. It Was A Beautiful Suit Of Armor. But It Was Wonderful When He Let The Visor Down And You'd Just See The John Lennon That He Was Frightened To Reveal To The World.

My Dad, Bless Him, Was A Musician. And His Dad Had Thought That His Music Was Rubbish.

Everybody's Talking About The President, We All Chipped In For A Bag Of Cement.

You Can Judge A Man's True Character By The Way He Treats His Fellow Animals.

When I Sit Down To Write A Song, It's A Kind Of Improvisation, But I Formalize It A Bit To Get It Into The Studio, And When I Step Up To A Microphone, I Have A Vague Idea Of What I'm About To Do.