I'm a rock-and-roll drummer, so my job is to create chaos.

I try not to think about the drums themselves. If I do, I'll end up hitting myself in the head with a drumstick, or sustaining some weird injury.

I have music in my head; I can't help it. You can put a gun to my head and it's not going to go away. The privilege is that I'm not being prevented from following that.

I'm not unswayed by the opinions of others. I actually really value that, the idea that you can feel things the way somebody else might feel them is a really big part of doing music for me.

What most people call "chaos" is actually incredibly predictable and maddeningly boring - greed, close-mindedness, warring over power.

There's part of me that feels a privilege not to do music, but to do what everybody should be allowed to do, which is to do what you're driven to do.

It's weird to me to even say, "I wrote this song." I never feel like I wrote it; I feel like I heard it.

I've found that writing and playing music has so little to do with will, and so much to do with just finding what's there waiting for you.

It's very heartening to see people who I used to do music with still doing it.

That's one of the things that always grabbed me about rock music: There's a song, and you know how it goes, and you can sort of predict it, but a lot is left up to chance and interaction.

When we play, every day is different. All three of my bandmates surprise me all the time.

We laughed over our difference then spent years bonding over things that made us the same.

Place Yourself On the Scale You Desire.Don't Expect Others To Do It For You. It's An Individual Thing Called SELF-ESTEEM.

The creation of the UCB Theatre is by far my proudest professional accomplishment.

Inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive.

The making of thoughts is the most common instance of human participation in the creative act.

I've signed a few sneakers in my day.

It's nice not to have to worry about applying for things. It's really a different existence.

Am I allowed to call myself working-class now? Because obviously I'm now very rich.

I didn’t want to know that the monster that lived under your bed when you were a kid not only really is there but used to have a few beers with your dad.

...language is never innocent.