A friend of mine took me to Memphis advised me that I should get in the musicians' union. He gave me a set of drums and said, Stay on the job, son.

I was in high school, trying to get out of high school. The only thing slowing me up was grades.

The power of music just kinda kills all those ills; it cures everything and you’ve got more energy just from the music. And, I’ve never seen it fail. It’s good for ya; real good for ya.

When the second record came out, they started calling it The Band. I voted to call it The Crackers. I'm no fool.

I've had all the lessons I could get. I've learned from everybody I've ever met.

With horns and a full rhythm section, the drums always looked like the best seat in the house.

The Jungle Bush Beaters didn't last too long as a group, but we had a pretty good time while we did.