The saddest thing is that when I sat down to rehearse for the Pixies, I couldn't believe that I had given up something that I loved. Now I hold the drum at night and I want to go to bed with it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I mean, when it gets down to it I just wanted to play the drums. The rest of it never meant that much to me.
I was kind of bored playing drums in a band. Which was depressing, because playing in the band was kind of a golden ticket.
I didn't feel the kind of joy every day playing drums that I thought you were supposed to feel.
First time that I cried at a work of art was at a drum solo that I saw. A drummer named Winard Harper, part of the Billy Taylor Trio, gave back in - I would have been in high school - 2005 or something.
When I was five years old, my parents gave me a drum set for Christmas. My mom played the piano, and Dad played the saxophone badly. But that Christmas morning, I remember we all played together, and I thought it was the greatest day ever.
For a long time, I resisted seeing 'The Sound of Music,' but when I finally did, I cried.
Drums just always sounded like the most fun part of that good music for me.
When I was a kid, I went through a lot of musical phases, and one was when I'd learn everything that The Beatles ever recorded. After I started drums, I fell in love with their music so much that I just wanted to learn everything.
I tried playing the drums, and I could play 'Boys Don't Cry' by The Cure.
I really just wanted to play the drum set and match that. I was never really into the percussion thing.