His bald head shines and his beard wavers in the red light as he beats his drum. He licks his fingers, holds down the surfaces, the plastic and the metal, and beats it.
The two others - a young pianist and the man in the fedora, old enough to not have anyone call him out on wearing a fedora, hold up car horns or bike horns, I’m not sure which, but they’ve got a black rubber ball that makes ‘em honk
He honks, raises them up to the bricked cieling, honks them at the dummer, gets into a honk war with the pianist, who tries not to smile, then drops it to the floor
The drum souls’s going to come to an end with a whistle, but the drummer’s far from done.
His tiny toy sax blows a little, more an more, trying to interject, but the drummer’s having too much fun. Rolling, clashing, and then the sax seems to have it…
And then the others cheer him on with a “GGoooo!”
He holds it down for more beatings, and he’s fading into the foreground
The microphone doens’t work much, in awe of the drummer.
Pete Fallico, from KCSM… two nights, we’ve got organ night… Got a great show, some of you heard our first set… Where is JEff Mars? …Jeff Mars is in the bathroom, we will be back in a few… the first series is a
coming up next month, hashimoto sakamoto(???), from osaka japan… next up, Adam Schule… ha ha,
Ladies and gerntlemen, this is the
This is the Lesley speaker, evented by Don Lesley… bought a hammond and didn’t like the sound of it…
And playing in the United States for the first time, Jeff Mars…
Ladies and gentlemen, (name of the band leader), with his famous whistle. Would you like to blow the whistle for us?
"NO!" He says.
…letting us know we are in fact, in Cafe Stritch…
"He’s in the organ business.. which means, if you need a kidney, or a liver…"