I play fiddle first thing Saturday morning and I don't care who knows it! I am without shame--by 10 a.m. Saturday I am in a chilly old hall with a dozen youngsters , encouraging them to play the fiddle with me!

I am an adult corrupter of innocent youth. ("You need a little more rosin on your bow there; here, want me to tune that for you?") There must be a special corner in the deepest basement of the Neil Young Centre for people like me, see you all there!

I am at home among the damned, for I am...
Willie-O