Whatever I have come to offer, I have come to offer and it may or may not be connected to anything that has happened in the past.

We used to drink an awful lot of alcohol.

I didn't write any music at all, and then, I remember Jon Anderson being very insistent saying that there were two kinds of musicians: the ones who wrote music and the ones who didn't.

I mean, Chris is, I'm sure, a wonderful guy. But in those days he also very, very late. For all appointments and departures and arrivals and sound checks and anything.

I don't really remember a whole lot of sex, drugs and rock n' roll, really.

Close to the Edge, Red, One of a kind, Discipline, Earthworks, The Sound of Surprise, all seem to me to be albums that captured the essence of the intention.

The piano is kind of my second instrument.

I do remember the whole thing as being very argumentative, hot blooded... a permanent state of friction between Jon and Chris, Chris and me, me and Jon.

This amateurism however, can sometimes be helpful in forging a style; you have to work around your weaknesses.

Plus I am being hounded by all the fabulous new drummers, Bill Stewart at the head of the pack.

At the end of the whole day of working with people you want some privacy.

I saw it as a challenge to play with Pat and we put hours and hours into it, usually on the bus. The trick was to find something that we both wanted to play within our different styles which would add up to being greater than the sum of its parts.

The best practice you can get is on the bandstand, but in between gigs I feel I have to stay in shape.

We were from totally different social backgrounds. This is what is very hard for an American to understand, but we could have been five guys from Mars.

But what I think my emphasis is, is on the fact that I like music a lot.

If I was hearing something I couldn't do, I would figure out how to do it.

If it's fast, no I don't have enough piano technique. In that case, it's probably been done on some kind of synthesizer or sequencer. Then the score can then be printed out and so forth.

My harmony is passable but is usually made more eloquent at the hands of Steve Hamilton.

And we'd drink huge amounts of scotch and coke, which is a ghastly sweet drink... And now people don't drink nearly as much, for good reason. We're all a little wiser.

I listen to Bill Stewart play the drums and when I have finished doing that, I listen to Bill Stewart.

So I have the classic amateur's technique; I know some very tricky bits and I have large gaping holes.

I seldom play in a trio, but acoustic music is likely to be lighter, quicker, and quieter.

Sometimes I had to room with Tony Kaye and that was awful.

I have been steadily exchanging a rock audience who were nervous about what they had just bought for a jazz audience who not only were happy with their purchase, but are increasingly coming again.

We all lived in the same house, or most of us did. And as far as I can make out we were confined to the property, because at twenty-four hours' notice we'd have to do a gig somewhere. So you couldn't leave the building for more than twelve hours in case a gig came through.

I practice at home, in between phone calls, and have much to do.

Whatever I have come to offer, I have come to offer and it may or may not be connected to anything that has happened in the past.

And I like messing around in the engine room of music. Seeing what happens in the rhythm section area.

Drummers havent managed to develop their individuality quite as well as guitarists have. We can be so focused on the nuts and bolts that we overlook the importance of individuality the broader picture if you will.

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