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Ginger's drum

"The drum, now egg-shaped and doing an amazing three-ply yawn, refused to budge."


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Ginger Baker's drum

The gig was just about to start and Ginger had a couple of thuds on the bass pedal to test the drum, “You cunt, what have you done”, he yelled at me. “This drum’s an inch out, move it will ya!” I told him there wasn’t time, we were running late as it was.

Ginger gave me one of his cold stares, the sort that made you feel like he wanted you to drop dead on the spot. He gritted his teeth, and growled at me venomously “Well I’ll fuckin’ move it then!” I tried to tell him that the drums were screwed down on blocks and he’d never do it without a screw driver, but he wouldn’t listen. Ginger rarely listened to anyone.

What happened next was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. Ginger grabbed the drum and tried to pull it free. There was a look of demonic determination on his face, he swore, he cursed, he pulled and strained with all his might but the drum wouldn’t move. Ginger refused to be beaten but the drum, now egg-shaped and doing an amazing three-ply yawn, refused to budge. Ginger really began to lose his temper and it was at that point that I had to rush back-stage, I was laughing so much there were tears in my eyes and it seemed like a good idea to disappear for a while.

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