Incredible! Brings back memories of being on my high school drum line though we were never near that good!
oh, i jumped in here to post this:
going to post it anyway lol
I played snare and quads in the drumline back in the day too. Good times. We never got to try anything that cool though. Those fellas are fantastic!
If you want to see this kind of thing live, Drum Corp International is a lot of fun. Our HS band used to go see it in Houston every summer. It is a lot of drum and bugle corps from different States competing in an all day event. It'll be in Denver on July 6th: website
"America is at that awkward stage: It's too late to work within the system, and too early to shoot the bastards."
-Claire Wolfe
"I got a shotgun, rifle, and a four-wheel drive, and a country boy can survive."
-Hank Williams Jr.
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"America is at that awkward stage: It's too late to work within the system, and too early to shoot the bastards."
-Claire Wolfe
"I got a shotgun, rifle, and a four-wheel drive, and a country boy can survive."
-Hank Williams Jr.
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if y'all are interested in drummers, check out drummerworld.com
Some good ones:
Elvin Jones
Philly Joe Jones
JoJo Mayer
Thomas Lang
Jeff Hamilton
List goes on. Glad to see some guys getting appreciation.
"Owning a handgun doesn't make you armed any more than owning a guitar makes you a musician." - Col. Jeff Cooper
Hmmm, I was thinking Terry Bozzio! The guy plays different time signatures with each extremity!
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That drumline was pretty damn cool, I always liked the sound of marching snares. The Faceless was one of my top albums last year, good stuff.
Oh plueze... There is only one god of the drums:
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)