The Doors are etched on my forehead and always will be.

I knew Jim was going down, but was very pleased that somehow, despite his self-destruction, when we rehearsed, wrote songs and recorded, he showed up. He pulled it together.

We were not folk-rock. We would scare people.

I really wanted to be in Love - they were making it. But I was in the demon Doors.

Writing is looking for music between sentences.

For us, anyone can record our songs. Anyone can cover our songs.

We all liked Elektra because it was a boutique label. 'Oh, my God, we can be on the same label as Paul Butterfield!'

I still think that if one of Jim's masterpieces were downgraded to sell crap, I would get sick.

I grew up listening to my parents' albums. Many of them were either classical - Bach, Beethoven and Brahms - or easy listening, like Mantovani. I loved the spectrum of emotions in classical music, from fortissimo to pianissimo. My early passion for classical made my drumming more musical later on.

When I was 15, we settled in Santa Monica, in a beige suburban ranch house. By then, my father, Ray, was an architect at Welton Becket's firm. He was handy with a pencil and pen. His figurative drawings were very good, and his talent was intimidating.