Nowadays You Can't Be Loud

Sometimes You'd Come Up Against A Brick Wall... Or Sometimes You Go Into A Fill And You'd Know Halfway Through It Was Going To Be Disastrous.

I Remember In The Early Days When We Played Six Nights A Week For A Month And I Was Doing My Long Drum Solo Every Night. My Hands Were Covered In Blisters.

My Nerves Before A Gig Got Worse; I Had Terrible Bad Nerves All The Time. Once We Started... I Was Fine.

I've Wanted To Be A Drummer Since I Was About Five Years Old. I Used To Play On A Bath Salt Container With Wires On The Bottom, And On A Round Coffee Tin With A Loose Wire Fixed To It To Give A Snare Drum Effect. Plus There Were Always My Mum's Pots And Pans. When I Was Ten, My Mum Bought Me A Snare Drum. My Dad Bought Me My First Full Drum Kit When I Was 15. It Was Almost Prehistoric. Most Of It Was Rust.

Most Of It Was Nuts, But I Was Determined To Be A Drummer As Soon As I Left School.