I grew up thinking art was pictures until I got into music and found I was an artist and didn’t paint.
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I grew up thinking art was pictures until I got into music and found I was an artist and didn’t paint.
CHUCK BERRYOf the five most important things in life, health is first, education or knowledge is second, and wealth is third. I forget the other two.
CHUCK BERRYHe never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play his guitar like he was ringing a bell.
CHUCK BERRYCuriosity provoked me to lay a lot of our country stuff on our predominantly black audience and some of our black audience began whispering “who is that black hillbilly at the Cosmo?”
CHUCK BERRYPraise doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t judge myself.
CHUCK BERRYActually I’m writing as best I can, in order to keep the momentum and the career there, but I want to live.
CHUCK BERRYA song is a song. But there are some songs, ah, some songs are the greatest. The Beatles song Yesterday. Listen to the lyrics.
CHUCK BERRYRock is rock, and, rock and roll, rock is just short for rock and roll.
CHUCK BERRYBack in the class room, open your books, keep up, the teacher don’t know how mean she looks.
CHUCK BERRYMy music is simple stuff. Anybody can sit down, look at a set of symbols and produce sounds the music represents.
CHUCK BERRYI have so many entities now as grow older you gain responsibilities, you know, real estate, and I like video, and you know I want to live a little you know, because time is passing, its not as long as it has been.
CHUCK BERRYThere have been so many empires, kings are kinda going out of style.
CHUCK BERRYAll in all it was my intention to hold both the black and the white clientele by voicing the different kinds of songs in their customary tongues.
CHUCK BERRYMaybellene, why can’t you be true?
CHUCK BERRYYou don’t just go to the studio and say, ‘I’m going to write a hit.’ It becomes a hit when people like your compositions.
CHUCK BERRYCould you imagine the way I felt, I couldn’t unfasten her safety belt. All the way home I held a grudge, for the safety belt that wouldn’t budge.
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