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LOVING NON NATIVE MUSICAL TRADITIONS
Stephen Goodman wrote:
"In a kind of balance, I spent the mid-to-late 60s with a transistor radio
under my pillow every night (even at summer camp in Vermont, where Cousin
Brucie on WABC wasn't hard to get), and so my nocturnal appetites were fed
combination of Motown, Brit Invasion stuff (including four chaps), and pop
psychedelia like "Pictures of Matchstick Men and You" or "Red Rubber
I fucking loved 'Red Rubber Ball' when I was a young teenager (that and
aforementioned Motown, Stax Soul, James Brown and Brit Invasion with a
of folk music (Joni Mitchell, Dylan, etc.) and later, liberal doses of
Psychedelic music and what was then called Hard Rock (Zeppelin, Free,
Tull, James Gang, Cream, et. al.). My sister's musical tastes had a huge
impact on me except for her love of novelty songs. I still can't abide
the combination of humor and music
for some odd reason................................it's sacrilege on this
list but I just never got Zappa until I heard him play instrumental music
with George Duke, Jon Luc Ponty,
the Underwoods and the Fowler brothers----dont' ask me why, I just don't
Anyway, I digress...............I got the single of Red Rubber Ball and
played it over and over and over. I must have been 12 years old.
Music was all around me (my family were all musical) but I didn't 'get'
music in a personal way until I discovered the top 40 and got my first
cheap transistor radio.
I suppose you all know the trivia about who penned that tune originally?
If not, I have a sweet surprise for you.
I've never heard anyone else profess that they listened to it. I feel a
little less existentially lonely
reading this post, Stephen. Thanks!.
Now, who else was in love with the song 'Sunny" by Bobby Hebb?
I'll really feel like I belong to the human race again if someone was into
It was the very first song I learned how to play on
Christmas night 1966 after getting my first snare drum and pair of sticks.
I ran over to my best friend Bob Murphy's house
and his parents had purchased a Cappa Minstrel (sp?) electric guitar and
Fender Champ amp. I went to his house
every single day for three straight months and we learned songs for our
first band, the Concave Image <blush>
My dad finally broke down and rented me a drumset at that point and all
broke loose in my life.
I, too, spent two or three years listening to a tinny mono earphone under
pillow in the mid sixties. That ended when I quit playing clarinet and
started playing in bands as a drummer.
For some odd reason I was playing in a band before I even knew how to
play...........all the beer we could drink at San Jose State fraternity
parties. I was so insecure that I didn't let anyone in my high school
I was playing those shows. A very successful casuals musician, Joe
was my sophmore 'gofer' when I was the Senior editor or our school
newspaper. He also played other frat parties and neither of us knew that
were playing rock and roll on the weeks. Later I played the same stage
Elvis played in Vegas with Joe...........staying at a five star hotel and
paid oodles of money for a single show..
God, I was horrible in those days, but a very hard hitter and
minimal..................guess I did something
way too angry to take lessons from anyone.
Didn't take my first serious lessons until after I had already started
making all my living from drumming but that's another long winded story,
I was so afraid of double strokes and rudiments like paradiddles that I
played only single stroke rolls for the first 15 years I played. I was
making all of my
living as a solid groove drummer, using only single stroke rolls
unable to read music. It wasn't until I developed the rhythmic system
that I use to this
day that I taught myself to learn how to read and changed my whole
life forever. It was starting to teach that made me see how important
but I digress.........................