Drumsticks

It was new territory for me and I could only fake it for so long, the dreaded "jazz" section of the piece. I was a pocket player, as in four in the pocket. All these fancy time signatures were a burden and it was going to show. Alternating single and double paradiddles on top between the ride cymbal and snare drum was a rudimentary parlor trick but I was running out of ideas. Toby was hammering away at the horse teeth and I could hear him coming back to the main theme. I couldn't wait to get out of this madness. Nora did the bendy bass thing she does so well and....Boom! I broke us out of the asylum with a classic Bonzo triplet. We were back on track. Rock n Roll.