Re: circa 1971 pic of Bob Da Druma
Polly, The neighbors Knew that as long as I was playing, I wasn't getting into any mischief around the hood! Im sure that you can imagine what I was like as a kid!
A man named Tony, who lived a few houses away gave me my stage name.
He was originally from the Bronx in NYC. He spoke with a distinctive Bronx accent.
He would call me Bob Da Druma. The word "da" always replaced "the" when Tony spoke.
He was well over six feet tall and he looked like a Mafia boss, except he had a heart of gold and he would give you the shirt of his back. Tony also had the most common sense, and more Street smarts than anyone that I have ever met.
He always helped me out of jams that I got myself into around the neighborhood.
I also wound up working for him from 1981 until he died in 1999.
I work for his son now.
Tony was like a second Father to me. I still miss him and his humorous ways.
Never underestimate the power of the word Da!
I kind of like old drums:)