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Drummers with a Capital D

Nate Chinen confesses to his lifelong addiction to drums

Billy Martin
Nate Chinen

Hello, my name is Nate, and I’m a recovering Drummer.

No, not drummer. Drummer, with a capital D. There’s a difference, well worth examining in this percussion-heavy issue. It all comes down to a philosophy, a worldview if you will, though that’s an awfully high-minded way to put it. What I’m talking about, really, is abject geekery, a condition inherently at odds with musicality. More than a few jazz citizens have been afflicted with this bug, some shaking it off only after irreparable harm. My own Drummer problem having peaked in high school, I tend to associate it with arrested adolescence-but there are Drummers in every age group, and all levels of accomplishment. Justin Bieber, the pint-size teen-pop star, seems to be one. So did some of the paunchier fans at a recent Steely Dan concert, though I can’t possibly be sure.

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