Long ago, legend told of a man with the ability to flip sticks high in the air, and then catch them as if to say to the world, "The air above my kit is free from demons and monsters, for they fear the wrath of my wooden dowel rods!" The legend goes on to say that this man perished long ago in a tragic accident, when he tried to teach a new song to a bipolar whale, but I know that this is untrue. The man did not perish that day. In fact, when the moon is high, and the nonalcoholic beer is stocked, you sometimes can find this man playing drums in New Braunfels, next to my piano, for an extremely appreciative, packed-to-capacity crowd, as was the case this evening with the legendary Michael Gammon.
