I’m old enough to know better than to let him follow me home.
Years ago, I spent twelve months or so managing a band.
(and actually managed to get a label to offer them a deal)
Not long after meeting them, the drummer crashed on the couch in the house where I was living. Within a couple weeks, he was living on that couch.
It wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. He coughed up a third of the rent.
He could have the couch. I had a mammoth room – the biggest in the place – and a hundred dollars more a month to spend at the watering holes.
Cooper was an asset. I could depend on him to diffuse tensions within the band with his antics.
At home, he could be a source of entertainment. I returned late one night after closing one of our local haunts. I slumped down down on one of the couches in our living room. Coop was sitting there with another roommate whom we had dubbed The Chinaman, watching a rerun of The X Files.
I soon noticed the smell of something burning.
“Yeah, those are probably ready,” Coop noted to The Chinaman, shuffling off to the kitchen.
I followed and watched as he pulled a tray of Pillsbury rolls from the oven, charred beyond reasonable – even drunken – edibility.
“You’re not going to eat those? Are you?”
The Chinaman looked at me as though I was crazy as he and Coop headed to the front porch with the busquits and a couple of wedges.
“Where the hell did you get golf clubs?”
The two were standing in the front yard, illuminated by the glow of the street light and the odd car. Mostly the neighborhood was still.
“Fore!” Coop bellowed as he chipped one of the briquettes and we watched it arc lazily into a neighbor’s yard across the street.
One by one, the two of them took turns until a dozen or so freshly-roasted Pillsbury rolls had landed on the green. Apparently this neighbor had invoked their ire and this was their vengeance.
It became a late-night ritual, though we soon opted for using foodstuff that had already spoiled.
Here are four songs featuring drummers I dig…
Smashing Pumpkins – Tonight, Tonight
from Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness (1995)
I don’t often notice drummers, but I’ve come to realize that the ones that do seem to catch my attention are propulsive and primal which is exactly how I’d describe Smashing Pumpkins’ Jimmy Chamberlain.
(coincidentally, the drummer on my couch claimed to have known Chamberlain back in Chicago)
As for Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness, Paloma and I spent countless hours listening to the double album during the autumn of ’95 and, from the first time I heard it, Tonight, Tonight was among my favorite tracks.
(though it’s still strange to hear it on the Major League Baseball playoff commercials)
The Who – Baba O’Riley
from Who’s Next (1971)
And, if you want propulsive and primal, you want Keith Moon.
(yes, Won’t Get Fooled Again better fit the bill, but I prefer Baba O’Riley)
Peter Gabriel – Secret World
from Secret World Live (1994)
I suspect part of my affection for Manu Katché is his name which is lots of fun to say.
(Manu Katché, Manu Katché, Manu Katché)
However, I do quite like Manu’s mystic rhythms which seem perfectly suited for the songs of Peter Gabriel. Coop once spent twenty minutes pointing out Katché’s prowess on video to me and, given a bit of insight, I was duly impressed.
(and I’m thinking our next addition to the menagerie might be named Manu Katché)
Rush – Tom Sawyer
from Moving Pictures (1981)
There were few concerts for me before I reached college and the opportunity to see Rush was a day-of, last-second opportunity.
A ticket, t-shirt, and the chance to see a sold-out arena full of never-would-be musicians airdrum to Tom Sawyer on the Power Windows tour cost me less twenty-five years ago than it did to fill up my car with gas last night.