The Eagles ended on a rather abrupt note, although in retrospect I realize now that it had been ending for quite some time.
I have a bad back partially from playing the drums and singing. I used to have to hold my body in such a position that my spine got out of alignment.
I'm blessed with a pretty good voice. So just sitting back there banging on the tubs wasn't enough.
It was pretty frightening because as we all know, when large, famous groups breakup, a lot of the members don't survive in solo careers.
A man with a briefcase can steal millions more than any man with a gun.
I could have played more complex stuff. I could have been a busier player. But that's not what I wanted to do. I played what I wanted to play.
Lawsuits should not be used to destroy a viable and independent distribution system. The solution lies in the marketplace and not the courtroom.
I'm not on any crusade.
I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that's usually what I focus on.
I could stand out front and sing Eagles songs that I sing in my set, but I think people enjoy watching me sing and play the drums. It seems to fascinate people. I don't know why.
Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.
I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.
Mick Jagger can't even make a successful solo album, and the Stones are the biggest rock group that ever was.
I try to write conversationally; I try to write like people speak and put the emphasis on the right syllable.
I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.