The saddest thing is that when I sat down to rehearse for the Pixies, I couldn't believe that I had given up something that I loved. Now I hold the drum at night and I want to go to bed with it.

You flip a coin and you lie in bed and that's a long good-bye - you know?

By 9:30 at night, I go to bed.

I'm not technical. When I listen to music, I gravitate more toward the sonic aspect of it. The technical stuff of it, I get bored with it. These long solos? OK, already. You know your scales, big deal. I know it, too, but I don't want to do that.

I sat down one night and wrote the line rock, rock, rock everybody.

I can't go to sleep at night if I didn't accomplish at least something. That's the one thing that keeps me up.