This amateurism however, can sometimes be helpful in forging a style; you have to work around your weaknesses.

I seldom play in a trio, but acoustic music is likely to be lighter, quicker, and quieter.

I listen to Bill Stewart play the drums and when I have finished doing that, I listen to Bill Stewart.

You learn so much about music from all the people you surround yourself with - good, bad and indifferent. It's extremely hard to be specific.

But what I think my emphasis is, is on the fact that I like music a lot.

Plus I am being hounded by all the fabulous new drummers, Bill Stewart at the head of the pack.

A rock band used to be four guys and a drummer. Now it's five guys sitting around reading manuals!

And I like messing around in the engine room of music. Seeing what happens in the rhythm section area.

Close to the Edge, Red, One of a kind, Discipline, Earthworks, The Sound of Surprise, all seem to me to be albums that captured the essence of the intention.

Sometimes I had to room with Tony Kaye and that was awful.

We used to drink an awful lot of alcohol.

This is 1987. A girl can be whatever she wants to be." "I know, " said Ray. "My mums a plumber.

Modern politics is civil war carried on by other means.

O you who reproach me, regarding my love, excuse me. From me to you if you do justice, you would not reproach me. My state (of love) has been expressed to you, (now) my secret is no longer concealed.

No matter the truth, people see what they want to see.

That which we acquire with the most difficulty we retain the longest; as those who have earned a fortune are usually more careful of it than those who have inherited one.

All is fish that comth to net.

This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

All of my own impulses to balance and move seemed to conflict with those of the guards, and I was jerked and jostled down the portico, just as graceful as a sick cat.

When my parents send me emails the first 3 are blank.