I just got the word that Dan Harshberger's mother, Denise, passed away on Saturday. A graveside memorial is being held this Saturday, in Kingman at Mountain View Cemetery.
My son, Thomas, shares a love for all things drummer-related. I got this partial text message this morning: "I am a drum major. I am a ragtime rhythm section. I am a wild animal knocking rocks on the hard shell of mother earth, the prehistoric paradiddle. I am nerves and muscle gaining strength. Sufan Slevins on oldest drumming memory. . ."
Prehistoric paradiddle, now that's a hoot.
In case you have wondered just how long I have been dressing this way and acting this way, here's two photos from 1982. Videographer, Joel Samuel sent me the following two images from a taping at Graham Central Station, a big Urban Cowboy nightclub in West Phoenix. That's me on stage with Miss Arizona 1982, Jenny Nicols (her father was TV anchor Bill Nicols). I believe I'm about to launch into "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zep, but I could be wrong. It would be typical of me though:
"Way down inside, woman, you need love."
—Led Zep
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