I'm a musician and I'm really blessed, because in my life if I can hold the sticks, I can play.

Ten years from now, it'll all be the blues because that's the only speed I'll be able to play

I never take it as any real pressure. It's like my son. I only gave him one lesson. When I went to give him the second one he said, 'Oh, I can do that dad.' I said, 'Now you're on your own.'

I don't like talking. It's how I'm built. Some people gab all day and some play it smogo. I don't mind talking or smiling, it's just I don't do it very much. I haven't got a smiling face or a talking mouth.

I play weird. I'm always just behind. We [drummers] only have so much room. We're not guitarists.

This was the point of our lives when we found pills, uppers. That's the only way we could continue playing for so long. They were called Preludin, and you could buy them over the counter. We never thought we were doing anything wrong, but we'd get really wired and go on for days. So with beer and Preludin, that's how we survived.

I've always felt that a space is as good as a fill.