“His songs were soon curled on the lips of the world, they had earned him the highest acclaim.”

Heroes put to the test, keeping a promise, doing their best.

The Hank Williams Syndrome: Come to Nashville, write some good songs, cut some hit records, make money, take all the drugs you can and drink all you can, become a wild man and all of a sudden die.

So I’m not very popular here with those inside the system, as you might guess. I never wanted to be.

The villains have turned into heroes. The heroes have turned into heals.

You know, I feel sorry for the young artists.

Got my Allman Brothers cassettes stacked up on the dash, got some Jack back in the trunk and a tank full of gas.

One night of love don’t make up for six nights alone. But I’d rather have one than none Lord, cause I’m flesh and bone.

Hitting the bottle again, ever than I’ve drunker been. Or is it drunker than I’ve ever been?

Now, I don’t know how they judge all that, but if anybody in the world deserves to be in the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame, Ritchie Valens does.

Don’t ever try and be like anybody else and don’t be afraid to take risks.

I never have any problem getting enthusiastic with a good song and a good band.

Maybe it’s time we got back to the basics of love.

Now, I was on drugs, and that didn’t help a whole lot. He hated that.

There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?

I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.

Finally, my manager negotiated a deal where I got to produce my own records.

Words spoken cannot be recalled, and many a man and many a woman who has spoken a word at once regretted, are far too proud to express that regret.

You’ve got to have friends out there. You can’t do it alone. You form those relationships as the race moves along.