At a very young age, I was a Kiss fan. I was Gene Simmons (we were four boys, so that worked out), but secretly, I really was into Peter Criss. I thought he was the best drummer in the world. Even when a friend played me some Buddy Rich, I would have none of it.
One day, my older brother’s friend asked me who my favorite band was. I told him “Kiss, of course!”
He chuckled, then handed me a cassette and said, “Here – play this, then let me know what you think.” It was Rush, “Moving Pictures”. I pressed play. Once I heard that first note from “Tom Sawyer”, my life was forever changed. Who are these guys? Who was that DRUMMER? I had never, EVER, heard playing like that. Such a level of musicianship that immediately made me wish I could play like that (in my dreams, at least). Before the first song was over, I said goodbye to Kiss. Not from an emotional standpoint, though. To this day, I remember the words to most of their songs from the 70’s era, and I love their music from that time.
But now, Rush were my teachers, my inspiration for playing – particularly Neil Peart. He has been my instructor, my drumming master, for decades. I credit him for ‘teaching’ me, not only about drumming, but about being a consummate musician.
I thought I knew about music – now I do.