every single drummer
I've ever met
amateur
or
pro
are thoroughly
convinced
that they
can play
like Watts
(Charlie from the Stones)
and yet
all of them
every single one of them
is missing a beat
missing the point
missing the one
hiccup in the high hat
that is his
(and his alone)
subtle signature
and I have no
sympathy
for them or
their devilish thoughts
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