As satirized by This Is Spinal Tap,
drummers always seem to get the
short end of the stick.
What is it about divine movement
that forces us so early too our doom?
Why are we so cursed that
we battle the demons of life
and lose so often?
Is it in our brains?
Is it in our souls?
Is it part of some divine plot
to only yield fruit posthumously?
Those questions' answers are as lonely
as a Percussion Plus kit.
Bonzo. Moony. Gar Samuelson. The Rev. Martin Kearns.
Why?