The only reward the musician receives is music: the privilege of standing in the presence of music when it leans over and takes us into its confidence. As it is for the audience. In this moment everything else is irrelevant and without power. For those in music, this is the moment when life becomes real.

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.

Performance is a vehicle for entering different worlds of experiencing.

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

To me, Bill's musical heart is in Earthworks, in the jazz they are playing, in the acoustic kit.

The spoken form is in fact a very restrained representation of what is possible in the musical language.

Business logic and musical logic are utterly incompatible.