I'm Usually Going To Make

I Can't Consider Myself A Drummer Any More.

I'm Sorry That It Was All So Successful. I Honestly Didn't Mean It To Happen Like That. It's Hardly Surprising That People Grew To Hate Me.

I Don't Really Belong To That World And I Don't Think Anyone's Going To Miss Me. I'm Much Happier Just To Write Myself Out Of The Script Entirely.

Everything Has Added Up To A Load That I'm Getting Tired Of Carrying. It's Gotten So Complicated. It's The Three Failed Marriages, And Having Kids That Grew Up Without Me, And It's The Personal Criticism, Of Being Mr. Nice Guy, Or Of Divorcing My Wife By Fax, All That Stuff, The Journalism, Some Of Which I Find Insulting.

There's Something Perverse Isn't There, If You're Playing In Front Of 100,000 People And There's 2000 People Down The Front Who Don't Like, You Think: What Is It That They Don't Like?