A Quote by Mike Portnoy

It's nice when somebody says that you're their 'favorite' drummer. — © Mike Portnoy
It's nice when somebody says that you're their 'favorite' drummer.
My drummer is my favorite drummer in the world, and he also happens to be the funniest person you'll meet.
If somebody says, 'Well, what are your favorite composers?' really, what they are saying is, 'What are your favorite composers apart from Bach?' Because obviously, Bach is your favorite composer if you are involved in music at all.
It's so nice to run into people even now who - if I'm out, a couple of times a week, somebody comes up to me and says, 'I just loved you in '50 First Dates.' That movie is my favorite movie. I just watched it last night.' In my head, I'm always thinking, 'You're kidding me. I never watch anything twice.'
To me, a great drummer isn't always about somebody with chops who can shred. A great drummer is someone who is part of a great band.
Everywhere I go, somebody says something to me. It's really nice.
I have a nice house. And when somebody says it's a palace, I always feel like we're digging a little or something.
If somebody says your story is only published because you look nice in the photo, that maybe spurs you on to write.
I've seen stuff that says be nice and I think: you're not showing me anything. You're telling me, like a Hallmark card: be nice, nice to be nice, innit?
Alex touches her arm. "You look nice." "Nice?" she repeats. "Try harder, Alex." He flushes adorably. "Really nice," he says. "Next time, try this," Harry says. He reaches for my hand. "Franny, I didn't know what beauty was until I saw you walking toward us a minute ago. "I like this better," I say, pulling away. "At least he sounded like he meant it." "I meant it," Harry says, almost irritably.
I'm at my best when I'm working. Breaks are not great for me. I get frustrated sometimes, if I have a long break and somebody says, "Oh, that must be nice!"
It's very nice when you're checking onto a flight and the person behind the desk suddenly upgrades your seat for you and then hands you back the boarding pass and says, 'It's my favorite movie.'
You'd probably never recognize the drummer from your favorite band ever, if they walked past you on the street. I didn't even recognize the drummer from Pink Floyd the other day, and they're one of the biggest bands in the world ever. That's their choice, they're not the front man, they don't want to be, they want to be behind their drum kit. They're always the ones in the photo shoots that look slightly uncomfortable when they're forced to wear a leather jacket.
Sometimes I get the feeling that there are orgies going on all over new York City, and somebody says, `Let's call Desmond,' and somebody else says, 'Why bother? He's probably home reading the Encyclopedia Britannica.'
It's important, therefore, to know who the real enemy is, and to know the function, the very serious function of racism, which is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining over and over again, your reason for being. Somebody says you have no language and so you spend 20 years proving that you do. Somebody says your head isn't shaped properly so you have scientists working on the fact that it is. Someone says you have no art so you dredge that up. Somebody says you have no kingdoms and so you dredge that up. None of that is necessary. There will always be one more thing.
Artt Frank is my all-time favorite drummer. He always seems to know where I'm going.
My parents are always a great litmus test. Based on the amount of shrieks my mother gives when we're out in public, her constant shock when somebody comes up and says something nice.
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