(Losing) one gig is not going to hurt me. Two gigs is not going to hurt me. I'm older now. Thank God I get a check every month from Uncle Sam and from the musicians' union. I live alone. I can cook a pot of red beans and eat off of it for three days.
I don't have to kiss nobody's ass. I'm at the point in my life where I can do what I want. All my children are married and gone, and I'm home alone. When I've eaten, everybody has eaten.