Discipline Is Never An End In Itself,

I Would Like, With The Sun Shining Through The Window On A Crisp Early-autumnal Mid-morning, With A Sufficiency Of Monster Cappucino Flowing In My Veins To Prompt Minimal Sentience, To Declare My View For The Record That Drummer Jokes Are A Cruel And Pernicious Form Of Humour Introduced To The World By Under-humoured Persons Lacking In Sensitivity And Concern For Other Drummers.

Linguistic Philosophers Continue To Argue That Probably Music Is Not A Language, That Is In The Philosophical Debate. Another Point Of View Is To Say That Music Is A Very Profound Language.

I'm Not Really Interested In Music. Music Is Just A Means Of Creating A Magical State.

The Creative Musician ... Is ... The Radio Receiver, Not The Broadcasting Station. His Personal Discipline Is To Improve The Quality Of The Components, The Transistors, The Speakers, The Alloys In The Receiver Itself, But Never To Concern Himself Overmuch With Putting Out The Program. The Program Is There; All He Has To Do Is Receive It As Far As Possible.

There Are No Mistakes, Save One: The Failure To Learn From A Mistake.