Quiet is the absence of sound. Silence is the presence of silence.

I would like, with the sun shining through the window on a crisp early-autumnal mid-morning, with a sufficiency of Monster Cappucino flowing in my veins to prompt minimal sentience, to declare my view for the record that Drummer Jokes are a cruel and pernicious form of humour introduced to the world by under-humoured persons lacking in sensitivity and concern for other drummers.

I'm not really interested in music. Music is just a means of creating a magical state.

Discipline is never an end in itself, only a means to an end.

But above that, most mature adults can hold their attention on something for 45 minutes, whether they like it or not. But above that requires training.

Music can be transformative, utterly transformative. The act of music is utterly transformative.

There are no mistakes, save one: the failure to learn from a mistake.