Music is the language of heaven.

Conway Twitty was always our local hero while I was growing up. He had a series of good bands. I wanted to sit in, if Conway would let me. And he did a couple of times.

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

New York, it was an adult portion. It was an adult dose. So it took a couple of trips to get into it. You just go in the first time and you get your ass kicked and you take off. As soon as it heals up, you come back and you try it again. Eventually, you fall right in love with it.

If it doesn't come from your heart, music just doesn't work.

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.

The rock star stuff never came up for us. The Band was never attacked by groupies before, during or after any show that we ever played.