I was in a band in Boston in Lincolnshire a long time ago, in another life. Our drummer was technically proficient, but he insisted on bringing his entire kit every time we played. We performed at some very small pubs and the size of his kit took up most of the stage space on several occasions.
One icy night we drove out to a village pub and set our gear up. This was before mobile phones, and the pub landlord came to explain that our drummer wouldn't be coming. His dad had phoned the pub to say that the roads were too frosty and he'd decided it wouldn't be prudent to drive.
One icy night we drove out to a village pub and set our gear up. This was before mobile phones, and the pub landlord came to explain that our drummer wouldn't be coming. His dad had phoned the pub to say that the roads were too frosty and he'd decided it wouldn't be prudent to drive.
Understandably we were a bit put out. Luckily however, because he couldn't physically fit all the gear in his own car, we had some of the drums from the massive kit with us: A snare, a tom and a cymbal. We knew a bloke called Lonnie was in the audience and we knew he was a drummer, so we invited him to do the best he could playing songs he'd never heard before on two drums and a cymbal placed on a pub seat. Using a spanner and some pliers (we had no sticks) he picked up the songs and banged away admirably.
Needless to say Lonnie became our new drummer, the old one was sacked and our unstoppable push to bring high quality original music to Lincolnshire continued.
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