My names John Bonham, I'm a drummer and I'm potty about cars.

I remember in the early days when we played six nights a week for a month and I was doing my long drum solo every night. My hands were covered in blisters.

Not everybody likes or understands a drum solo, so I like to bring in effects and sounds to keep their interest.

There were times when I blundered and got the dreaded look from the lads. But that was a good sign. It showed I'd attempted something I'd not tried before.

Drumming was the only thing I was ever good at.

Brushes..? Nah. Hit 'em as hard as you can.

Mistreating your drum set is just one step below child abuse

I'm the Best Keith Moon-type drummer in the world.

Most of it was nuts, but I was determined to be a drummer as soon as I left school.

People who don't take care of their drums really annoy me.

Nowadays you can't be loud enough!

It's always too soon to quit! Believe in the goodness of God practically speaking.

INTEGRITY...Choosing your thoughts, words and actions based on what’s right rather than what’s in it for you.

I may be immortal, even if for a short time. But if it were up to me, I would not endure for even one more day.

It smelled of oily flowers, like the worn pillowcases of long-ago lovers.

Support the strong, give courage to the timid, remind the indifferent, and warn the opposed.

Sometimes you have to hold tight to what God has already said because you can get so clouded over emotionally that you can no longer rely on what feels right or wrong.

I am focused, organized, and easily able to honor the priorities that need my attention.

A nation that enslaves another forges its own chains.

People are just the same. They like me if they need me, but once I'm useless, they abandon me. To survive, I need to be useful

Of course, I'm no dummy.