With horns and a full rhythm section, the drums always looked like the best seat in the house.

I don’t fool with a lot of things that I can’t have fun with. There’s not much reward in that.

I was in high school, trying to get out of high school. The only thing slowing me up was grades.

By the time The Band did The Last Waltz, the chemistry had changed, and it wasn’t a thrill anymore to live that studio kind of life.

Don’t we all want what’s best for each other?

We’re all dealt with the same hand here, so to speak. I feel like I’ve had it a lot better than most people. I’ve had the opportunity to travel and play music all my life.

Drums just always sounded like the most fun part of that good music for me.

I like to get within handshaking distance of the crowd. If it happens, they know it, we know it, and that’s all we came here for.

Anytime I switch to another instrument, I immediately turn it into another kind of drum so that I can understand it better.

I’ve had all the lessons I could get. I’ve learned from everybody I’ve ever met.

Dad and mom would have preferred that I be a doctor, a lawyer, a scientist, or a great humanitarian.

A friend of mine took me to Memphis advised me that I should get in the musicians’ union. He gave me a set of drums and said, Stay on the job, son.

I never subscribe to the stay-at-home policy. I’m not sick of the road or sick of eating in good restaurants around the country. I like to travel.

Well, somebody’s got to sing. They won’t hire you unless you sing.

I like walking on the edge.

Conway Twitty was always our local hero while I was growing up. He had a series of good bands. I wanted to sit in, if Conway would let me. And he did a couple of times.

Good times don’t last long sometimes.

The Jungle Bush Beaters didn’t last too long as a group, but we had a pretty good time while we did.

You can either make it come around or you can’t. By the time we would be ready to record a song, we would know for sure that it was the best way we could do it.

If you pour some music on whatever’s wrong, it’ll sure help out.

My dad and I played music. He teaches me a song or two every time I’m home.

The Band never really played big concert tours. We never sold millions and millions of albums.

I played some Yamaha drums that I like a lot. And I like the Yamaha people a lot too. They’ve been really nice to me and The Band.

The way to do it is to put as much life into the song as I can. You can either get it to breathe or you can’t.

We all love musical architecture; there’s no doubt about that.

Most of our stuff was trial and error. You live with a tape recorder, you turn it on, you play the song and you listen to it.

Lord, when the song wants to pick up and go a little faster towards the end, it’s hard for me to resist.

If things are going slow, I’m itchy.

If you feel like you’re getting into a rut with a song, a night off usually fixes it.

With horns and a full rhythm section, the drums always looked like the best seat in the house.

Forever Young, by Dylan, is one of my favorite songs.

The rock star stuff never came up for us. The Band was never attacked by groupies before, during or after any show that we ever played.

If you give it good concentration, good energy, good heart and good performance, the song will play you.

When the second record came out, they started calling it The Band. I voted to call it The Crackers. I’m no fool.

Drums usually seem to tune themselves.

The crowd is just as important as the group. It takes everything to make it work.

There were no rules, other than that the song should sound good and be fun to play.

I love horns, and the bigger the band, the better it sounds to my ear.