That's sort of what I felt... I miss drinking, I thought bars were truly holy places.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I spent a lot of time between bars like this.
Every bar mitzvah I ever went to was, 'Here comes 'Oh, What a Night.'
I think all of those things, but certainly the booze really brought out the really unreasonable side of me, and I just didn't want to revisit that place again.
The bar was very high-we had to really make sure that we got what we really wanted, that it was a real finished album. We weren't going to give up until we got that.
I never liked the bar scene. I tried to like it. I would give it a try every three or four months. I'd think, tonight I'm going out. But I never met anybody in that circumstance.
My idea of heaven used to be relaxing at home with a cheese plate and champagne.
I believe all drunks go to heaven, because they've been through hell on Earth.
Meanwhile after failing the bar twice, I knew some people in New York and moved here in August '71.
I'm not a big wine guy. And bars, I never go to bars anymore. It's such a drag, man.
I used to go into bars on my days off, and I decided that wasn't too good for me.