I haven't seen my face since I started growing my beard, which was when I was a teenager, almost; I never shaved. So I don't really know what I look like.

Live Aid was a baby Woodstock, a child of Woodstock, which I call Globalstock.

He's very neat, his hair is cut, he has a beard...his mustache well trimmed. His face is shaved, I mean he just did not appear to be a homeless person.

Many times, people have come up to me after singing some songs, and they'd say, 'Richie, do you know what you did?' And I'd say, 'What?' And they'd go, 'I wrote these songs down for you to sing, and you sang them all in a row.' But that's the kind of communication that happens, you know.

Though it's frequently portrayed as this crazy, unbridled festival of rain-soaked, stoned hippies dancing in the mud, Woodstock was obviously much more than that - or we wouldn't still be talking about it in 2009. People of all ages and colors came together in the fields of Max Yasgur's farm.

I believe I inherited my sense of music from my father. My father was an ear piano player; he could just hear something and play it.