When I was drumming with Mick Fleetwood I thought I looked half mad. I thought I looked half crazy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Had I joined a straight rock band, I'm sure my drumming would be a little bit different right now.
Drumming was the only thing I was ever good at.
I told people I was a drummer before I even had a set, I was a mental drummer.
For all my success with the Ramones, I carried around fury and intensity during my career. I had an image, and that image was anger. I was the one who was always scowling, downcast. I tried to make sure I looked like that when I was getting my picture taken.
A lot of these guys come up and say, 'Man, you were my influence, the way you thrashed the drums.' They don't seem to understand I was thrashing in order to hear what I was playing. It was anger, not enjoyment - and painful.
I didn't feel the kind of joy every day playing drums that I thought you were supposed to feel.
I've always considered myself a folk singer, even though we strapped on Rickenbacker guitars and played pretty loud.
When I'm drumming, I'm not thinking about much.
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.
I've always seen my drumming as lyrical anyway.