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| I've played drums since I was 9. Been banging on cans, boxes, pots and pans for many years before that. For two years, my next door neighbor was Bernard Purdie. I used to beg his kids to let me play his drums. Every now and then he'd have a party and I'd sit at my window while Aretha Franklin was singing in his living room. I went through the usual progression: Years of lessons; Bands; Tinitus. The Beatles phase lasted a few years. The Kiss obsession lasted just a few months and was replaced with what I was hearing on records my brother and sister left behind when they went away to college: Genesis, Frank Zappa, Mahavishnu Orchestra, etc. College years replaced my fantasy of being Billy Cobham with being Stuart Copeland. I found Gang of Four and the Clash. Yes was set aside for the Dead Kennedys. I've been a fan of jazz and soul through thick and thin. For the past dozen years or so I've been a big lover of 1960's garage and psych bands. |
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| Ultimately I think there are just two kinds of music. Bad and Good. And I love them both. Here's a list of some random musical interests |
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