CAN YOU BEAT THAT?
CHICAGO—Bonzo and Moon were there—in spirit, at least. The summit was billed as "the largest group of rock drummers ever assembled in one place" and you wouldn't have had to listen very hard to be convinced of the fact. Tap tap tap. BOOMBOOM.
CAN YOU BEAT THAT?
EXTENSION CHORDS
by Bill Paige
CHICAGO—Bonzo and Moon were there—in spirit, at least. The summit was billed as "the largest group of rock drummers ever assembled in one place" and you wouldn't have had to listen very hard to be convinced of the fact. Tap tap tap. BOOMBOOM.
Three dozen or so stickmen started arriving about noon on Sunday, a time better reserved for bloody marys by the hotel pool and armchair quarterbacking the previous night's gig. Yet they came, attracted by some strange force. Like Richard Dreyfuss
and Melinda Dillon in Close Encounters. BOOMCRASH!
Not everyone had worked the night before, however, and they were easy to spot. Clear eyes. Combed hair. A kind of eagerness (restlessness?) trying to keep itself in check. Boom boom boom.
The journeymen stood out, too. Sunglasses. A change of clothes. Confused about exactly why they were there and curious when they might be able to leave. Thump. Thump. BOOM.