Rusted Root
Posted on | November 22, 2009 |
I must say for the longest time there only two bands that ever truly dreamed of playing for. One of those was Burlap to Cashmere. I had seen them 3 times I knew that a part of my life would have been fulfilled if I had ever gotten a chance to play with them. Well, after a little time had passed I did record with Josh Zandman and was told that could possibly play if the group reformed and I could drive to New Jersey and play for Steven Delopoulos in the mean time. I’m not sure why I felt such a strong attachment to their music, but I did. Such an attachment that I knew that if I got the chance, I just may have taken it.
We went to show tonight, of another band that I felt that kind of connection with. It was Rusted Root. I was covering their music in a band 10 years ago, but I have never really known how gifted, talented and sincere they were about their music. I still say that the 40 million dollar U2 360 set was the best show on earth, but honestly, talent combined with passion - I think Rusted Root was different, but better.
I left the concert tonight knowing the my days as a percussionist are only dawning. The best is yet to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be a better drummer and if isn’t with Rusted Root, that just maybe God would place me in a band inspired by them. I dream of that kind of passion. The kind of passion that made the drummers snare explode during Ecstasy. I adore Asheville, not because of all the Wicca people and the liberals, but because of the embracing of the culture, the arts and the music. I played drums up her with Billy from Skinny beat drums and I learned new things on the djembe. I learned that keeping the drumhead tight has more to do with the space between the rings wedged onto the drum. I learned that my african drum slaps cup like they are latin. I learned that there so very much more to learn in the world of drumming.
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