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For Me, Drum Elements Are Like Hieroglyphics - I Think Of A Certain Physical Figure, And A Little Three-dimensional Glyph Will Appear In My Mind As I'm Playing.

Performing Live In Front Of An Audience Is Such A Matter Of Will - All Of Those Things You Can Do Just Fine In Your Basement, Suddenly You Have To Do Them In Front Of Hundreds Or Thousands Of People, And It Becomes A Different Matter Entirely.

Could Hell Be A Place Where There Is No Self-respect? A Place Where People Have No Pride In Their Own Existence Or Behavior, And Thus Would Have None For Anyone Or Anything Else?

You Just Become Adaptable And Try To Lead A Good Life In Ways That Make Sense, Regardless. Because I Know At The End Of It, If I'm Going To Meet Jesus Or Allah Or Buddha, I'm Going To Be All Right.

Extroverts Never Understand Introverts, And It Was Like That In School Days. I Read Recently That All Of Us Can Be Defined In Adult Life By The Way Others Perceived Us In High School.