There seem to be fans, a cross-section too, age-wise, people who dug it in the Seventies and people coming to see me for the first time. New fans.

I can't even remember when the Seventies was.

I'd been a cult singer-songwriter generally well-regarded by some of the better vocalists and journalists of the seventies. Suddenly, a mass audience perceived me as a troubadour who'd dedicated his life to extolling the virtues of pineapple-based beverages.

George Bush is a fan of mine -- he came to see me in the Seventies. His coke dealer brought him.

By the time a man gets into the seventies his continued existence is a mere miracle.

People laugh at the Stones because of their age. Mick, Charlie, Ron and Keith can still play with the best of the young bands today.