“The martyr band That hallowed our land With the blood they shed in a tide for us?”

Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art; But some tell their days by the flow of their tears And their lives by the moans of their hearts.

A land without ruins is a land without memories – a land without memories is a land without history.

Do we weep for the heroes who died for us, Who living were true and tried for us, And dying sleep side by side for us

… Grateful Dead – that’s it !! … nobody in the band liked it, (the name) I didn’t like it, either, but it got around that that was one of the candidates for our new name, and everyone else said, ‘Yeah, that’s great.’

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I’d put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band.

I’ve asked these guys in rock bands with all the 18-wheelers driving to the venue how they make money. I just don’t understand it. But I don’t understand a lot of things.

My favorite bands are the Allman Brothers and Red Hot Chili Peppers.

The baby boomers’ politics have covered a wide band of silliness, from the Weather Underground to the Timothy McVeigh types. The great majority of us are well in the middle of that spectrum, but still, there’s been both leftie silliness and right-wing silliness.

Christian music has taken a turn towards worship music, which has turned into a lot of bands and those types of sounds.

I remember a time when I would hear a band and then want to hear everything that sounded like it;

He’s a million rubber bands in his resilience.