Little Richard.
I owe him a lot! Even as kid I was aware of those primal, energetic movements that stirred the earth since the mid fifties. I wasn't even born! But I had roll models. My parents (my mother mostly) always had a smile on their faces when stories about the start of rock'n roll came up. They always had had to turn up the music, loud! To feel it. To express their frustrations, anger but mostly joy!
Tutti Frutti!
Sometimes in a low moment on some of my teenage parties, in my self appointed DJ days I could always put on some Little Richard and everyone would go beserk in da house!
I guess growing up hearing Beatles, Stones, the Kinks, the Who indirectly showed me back into history, to the path of this powerhouse that will echo for ages. Look at Prince on stage and I see the same urge and power. Maybe that's why there was an urging, lingering gut feeling inside my belly that had to and would let my hands and feet learn to play the drums someday. To vibe. To get people on the floor. Even now, I always try to get that primal ball of energy back to get in the mood to funk. Thanks Man, I've had a blast!
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