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...do you always refer to yourself in the third person? :;
Also: my stepfather, god rest his soul, was a drummer. A good one. Joe Williams, Frank Sinatra, Nat Cole, Ella Fitzgerald -- real old school stuff, but great nevertheless. He moved to Vegas in the early fifties because the New York venues wouldn't let Jews in the front door, and played for most of these people whenever they were in Vegas.
In the sixties he got a gig in L.A. playing for Capitol Records (which I noticed is your old label). It was supposed to be for one month only, while the regular session drummer was out sick or something. When he set up on his Woolworth's 5 and Dime drum kit (literally), the people just looked at each other (I still have the kit in my closet). When they told him he needed a drum-click machine (or whatever that thing that records drum notes is called), he said, "I don't need one."
The Capitol producer said, "I don't mean to insult you, but I think that you don't understand exactly how this works. We'll be stopping all the time and asking you to start up again at different places. You'll never be able to get the exact tempo again, or know what you were doing."
"I don't need the machine. I'll be fine," he said.
"Okay," they said. "We'll see."
By the end of the day, they'd offered him the job of session drummer at Capitol. I actually have a tape of the producer saying, "I've never known ANYone that could do that before. It's AMAZING."
Due to family responsibility he couldn't take the job, but continued to work for Capitol piecemeal throughout the 60s and early 70s, and always regretted not having taken the job.
Part of my life as a teenager in the 80s was a mess of stuffing envelopes with pictures and brochures, answering phone calls from pushy agents, setting up drums and arguing with the Stage Hand's Union, wondering why the hell I was at Elizabeth Taylor's house, and shaking hands with Elvis impersonators. I hope your son has as much fun being a musician's kid as I did -- learning to tap out rhythym and sing harmonies and play the vibes and such -- on long car rides as I did.
If I bored you to tears with this nostalgia, I apologize. Thinking of it and remembering it made ME feel good, at any rate. And from one musician' kid to another I can honestly say: good luck to your son! :)
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