After ten years of no drums, I auditioned for an open slot at my church. I’d been there less than a year, but they gave me a tape of tunes and, just like when I was 10 years old, I practiced to them on a pad. Within two years I’d be sitting in with the Winans, Phil Driscoll and Phil Keaggy when they’d come to town. Many church-touring artists used the musicians available at the church they performed at and I always volunteered if I could.
I wondered what you did at the park! Awesome.For me it’s still getting to be a drummer AND a world famous rodent at the same time. Every time I think back on it I think about the odds. Out of all the drummers in the world, there’s only a handful that have done it. So for me to be in the right place at the right time for that one was like having the planets all line up on a Tuesday at 9:47pm.
I don’t discount anything else I’ve gotten to do and with who, but that was like a “wow” moment. It must be good luck too, because even as we’re all furloughed from the company because of this pandemic, the company hasn’t let me go as they’ve let so many others (knock on wood).
Being able to go to PIT when it was affordable and when there were so many great players and teachers there. So many great people with so little BS. During my time there the single best experience, which I suppose is a form of success, was playing with Rocco Prestia on the main stage. I've never played with a bass player that made playing music feel like that. That big cushion of 16th notes just pulls you along. I don't think I could've sounded bad playing with him if I'd tried. A special memory for sure.
It's a trip, huh?that is how I felt when playing at CBGB's...I was on the same stage that legends feet had touched...the same stage that legends had urinated on, or thrown up on...I even used the legendary mens bathroom!!