A good mustache makes a man for many reasons.

My mustache has become this weird iconic representation of a certain era.

The mustache represented the old John; I didn't want to be that guy anymore, so I shaved it off. It was ritualistic in a way.

Having a mustache and never smiling became a permanent component of my persona through the quaintly self-important decade of the seventies.

I couldn't wait to grow a mustache. I stopped shaving my upper lip the day I graduated from high school.

I don't care if it's a Cole Porter song, or George Gershwin, or Lennon/McCartney, or Elton John, or you know, whoever, Bob Dylan. Great songs are great songs, and they stand the test of time, and they can be interpreted and recorded with many points of view, but yet still retain the essence of what makes them good songs.