No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.
“No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.”
— Bill Kreutzmann · Hotel
The World Motivation
No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.
“No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.”
— Bill Kreutzmann · Hotel
No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.
I've always loved New Orleans music. I always loved it when the Neville Brothers opened up for the Grateful Dead and the Dirty Dozen and all that.
When Garcia died, and I decided not to play, I came out here.
When you go on the stage before thousands of people, you can be excited and nervous, but it's not fear.
I went to prep school for one year in Arizona. It was called Orme.
I remember performing one-man reenactments of Miss Saigon' for my grandmother on her fireplace or dancing to Gwen Stefani in our hotel in the Philippines.
When we won the 2009 World Cup in Australia, we flew economy, shared hotel rooms and had a 10:45 P.M. curfew.
If a rock band throws a TV set out of a hotel window, it's seen as anti-Establishment.
I stayed in a really old hotel last night. They sent me a wake-up letter.
I was signed to MGM. I was in Vegas for sixteen weeks at the Sands Hotel.