I was a decent drummer but no more than that. I wanted to be Keith Moon but my gift lay elsewhere. Anyone who wants to be in a band when they’re in their early 20s can be in a band — they can give it a go and play local gigs and meet hot girls and have a good time, and if they’re as good as I was they come to their senses and try something else after a year or less. Like movies or any art form, really good drummers constitute 5% to 10% of those who give it a shot. I was, however, a brilliant thigh drummer. My flat hand against the thigh was the snare, my cupped hand was the tom-tom, and the quarters and dimes in my pockets delivered the high-hat sound.
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