My dad and I played music. He teaches me a song or two every time I'm home.

Good times don't last long sometimes.

Those bad times are important. They give you a chance to practice, listen, take stock, have a life, get your feet back on the ground, and maybe you'll live to tell the story.

Maybe the greatness we heard in [Richard Manuel]'s voice, that catch in it, came from all that pain. To this day, we don't really know.

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

I love horns, and the bigger the band, the better it sounds to my ear.

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.