The World Is In Your Hands, Now

I Have Some Rhythms On My Computers, That Are Actually Called "trance", They Go From 1-30 Or 40. They're Grooves That Come On The Synth. If I Could Somehow Use Them, I Would.

I Can't Consider Myself A Drummer Any More.

That's Going To Be On My Headstone: 'he Came. He Wrote 'in The Air Tonight.' He... Died.'

I Think I Was The Best Drummer!

Take A Look At Me Now, Cause There's Just An Empty Space. And You Coming Back To Me Is Against All Odds And That's What I've Got To Face.