I know I have a very unusual style of playing, where other more recognized and technically proficient players might look at me and wonder what the heck I'm doing. The purpose of my learning to play the way I do was more to accompany my singing. I figured out a style where I'm mentally playing the drums over a simple melody.

In your eyes, I see what's on my mind.

My reaction to Radiohead isn't as simple as jealousy. Jealousy just burns; Radiohead infuriate me. But if it were only that, I wouldn't go back and listen to those records again and again. Listening to Radiohead makes me fell like I'm a Salieri to their Mozart. Yorke's lyrics make me want to give up. I could never in my wildest dreams find something as beautiful as they find for a single song - let alone album after album.

Life it seems a struggle between what we think and what we see

You and me have a better time than most can dream of, better than the best.

Troubles, they may come and go, but good times, they're the gold.

A dream is a massive magic trick of the mind. No amount of science could explain away the mysterious wonder.