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Death's Door, the view from the Spanish announcers table: I'm feeling dead-dog lazy so here's something from the archives

Thursday, November 9

I'm feeling dead-dog lazy so here's something from the archives

Quote of the week;
“you have the power and the thunder that only a big man can put out”
Buddy Miles talking to me as we got shit-faced ten years ago in a Chicago blues bar.

I was walking thru Westport the other night when this cat ran me down and asked me if I was a drummer. I hesitated then told him that I used to be. He proceeded to tell me that he remembered watching me play years ago and that he enjoyed what I did a lot.

He had his own band playing at some bar and that they’d enjoy having me sit in with em. I can’t describe how flattered I was, playing the drums was one of the few things that truly put grins on my face. I never belonged to a band, simply because the job 24/7 on call thing wouldn’t allow it. But I could go out three or four night a week and sit in on any number of “jam sessions” across town.

I wasn’t a great or flashy drummer, but I had a natural feel for the music and I made it all fit. I prided myself on the fact that I went from being embarrassed off the stage to the point that I could walk into any jam session in town and the musicians would know me and actually ask me to play.

Playing drums is an odd thing, as far as being physically fit I’m a total waste, but I was able to sit behind a drum kit and play at full strength for up to two hours at a stretch. Also playing behind a bunch of hot players was such a rush. There were times when I’d look up and make eye contact with the other members of the band and we’d just grin and step it up.

That’s when we were all of the same mind or the “one”. That’s when the happiness or Gestalt took over. One night I was jamming with a band that had a full horn section and we had just did what’s called a “walk up” when I started giggling. The giggles turned into a full bore almost maniacal laughter.

This went on for almost ten minutes. The band and the crowd were just staring at me as I let go. Somebody told me later that the Holy Spirit took me over; I’m not sure what happened. I just knew for those short few moments I was the happiest that I’ve ever been in my life and it all just came out in a rush. I miss playing, but it’s like everything else in life. It’s all a full circle. Peace

"and the monkey flipped the switch"


Blogger Bella said...

Some people do have a natural talent when it comes music. That's cool that you can pick up a set of sticks and srat jammin. There are many people who can pick up a guitar and start jammin too.

I love the drums...especialy on days where I want to beat the living S$%t out of some people. :)

3:13 PM  
Blogger PGP said...

Cool...Always liked Bmiles...especially that BandoGypsies gig with Hendrix You Don't Know has such a solid groove............

3:14 PM  
Blogger Xavier Onassis said...

You got drunk with Buddy Miles? I was impressed with your resume of accomplishments before. But you have just diefied yourself in mine eyes.

I took a piss next to Gatemouth Brown at the Grand Emporium one night.

Didn't really have much time for conversation though, since he was performing at the time and I wasn't supposed to be on stage.

It was a long time before Roger would let me back in after that.

5:55 PM  
Blogger PGP said...

I've just got to say thanks man....I pulled out the old vinyl Band of Gypsies........oh what a groove!

7:55 PM  

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