We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of

Playing The Drums Hurts My Back.

Sometimes To Keep It Together You've Got To Leave It Alone.

Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The Beach. I Feel It In The Air, The Summer's Out Of Reach.

My Creative Life Is A Constant Struggle To Achieve A Balance Between Letting Things Flow In And Letting Things Flow Out.

I Could Have Played More Complex Stuff. I Could Have Been A Busier Player. But That's Not What I Wanted To Do. I Played What I Wanted To Play.