How on this earth that is not a perfect sphere, and has a wobble in its spin, with instinctual turf wars decided along a drumline of nature, ever support music that is from an electronic tick. Drumming is meant to be live…

:button pushers rule the world, yes/no? Too bad!

I remember Gene Kruppa, Buddy Rich, your friend Jake, that guy with the Fugitives, my room-mate Irby Hughes, in college who set up his trap set in our room… and the President of the same college was a show band drummer, came to my room and banged with old Irby.

Show bands and Texas Swing… you see Timmy, trundling fools may not be allowed in the studio doors with their snares in tow anymore, and pop dancers may not like the bass drum rattling their aerobicized bulbous butts… but it is the crash of a cymbal that still introduces an important speech in any show!

I never thought I’d see the day that hip-hoppers had no rythm, when the Rice fields around Katy Texas would have houses built on them, and El Jardin would be eatup in emminent domain and be dredged up along the shores of Houston Bay. But this has all come to pass.

Any one reading this please refer to “Eat a Peach” double drum team on the cuts, Alman Bros. And review those records Jack is referring to above. Don’t be afraid, go forth errant youngsters and drum to a beat of a different plumber.

Pat’s last blog post..The Granny Gang 2005