My dad was a drummer on the weekends when he was young. Being a kid in the '50s, he got bitten by the rock 'n' roll bug like everyone else. He had a fascination with American culture and the American dream. He fell in love with the idealism.

[But he enjoyed his first afternoon in the Swamp, anyway.] I was actually chewing some kid out when I looked up and saw everyone was swaying (to music), ... So I just stopped and listened ... then I went back to chewing him out.

He was a show drummer. There were times that he would outshine Michael at their shows.

Day after day you find a way to make this grown man cry.

..And now you've lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive

I feel like I'm 15 and in my first garage band again, ... I don't know where that's coming from, but I love it. I find an even deeper exuberance in playing music and putting on a show. I'm just giddy about putting all this together and giving something to people that they haven't seen before.