I once went to a prospective drummer's house for an audition, and it was like something right out of "Psycho." It was a kid right out of high school, living with his grandmother. It was the middle of winter, with the wind howling and the shutters banging around, and cold as a tomb in this house. I half expected "Grandma" to be a frostbitten cadaver in a rocking chair, and it wasn't much more comforting to learn that she was in fact alive.
Always the drummers.
Always the drummers.
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