At that last session, Buddy, I showed up feeling really miserable. Then I smacked my poor bare toe against a hard metal chair leg not once but thrice. It’s still swollen. I thought about going home, but these sessions are so important, I just stuck it out. I felt awful, drumming nothing but the downbeat, unable to even smile.
But it finally got to me. I ended up being so in the groove at that stand-up drum that I had to go into the foyer for just a minute or two and
dance!
I wish you could be here once a month, Buddy!