I Grew A Love For

My Uncle Gave Me A Trumpet, But I Loved The Louis Armstrong Sound And The Harry James Sound And I Played By Ear And I Played Always Soulful Or Very Direct From The Gut.

I Grew A Love For Helpless, Defenseless Things. People Would Give Me Lions And Jaguars. I Had Cheetahs, Monkeys.

Buddy Rich Was One Of The Most Incredible Technicians In The World, On This Planet, But The Only People He Could Really Impress, Who Knew What He Was Doing Was Another Musician Or Another Drummer.

Every Time I Went Into The Studio Some Engineer Tried To Impress Me With How They're Going To Capture My Sound With All Kinds Of Tricks. But They Limited The Sound And Never Allowed Me To Play How I Felt.

Jimi Was A Good Guy 'til He Got Into Drugs. That's The Way It Is. I Just Tell It Like It Is.