A lot of these guys come up and say, 'Man, you were my influence, the way you thrashed the drums.' They don't seem to understand I was thrashing in order to hear what I was playing. It was anger, not enjoyment - and painful. Butch Trucks Anger
For a long time, our only mode of travel was an Econoline van. Eleven of us, with nine sleeping in the back on two mattresses. Butch Trucks Travel
