“Do not despair
For Johnny-head-in-air;
He sleeps as sound
As Johnny underground.”
John Pudney (1909–1977) British writer
For Johnny.
“John Cale is fantastic, and he made the sound of the Velvet Underground.”
Jayne County, attributed without citation at About Cale, xs4all.nl, 16 November 2012 http://werksman.home.xs4all.nl/cale/quotes/quote_others.html,
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Welsh composer, singer-songwriter and record producer 1942Related quotes
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