We get a bit of cussin' in the Tavern, as you would expect. And we try to keep it down. But we do like a LOT of Per-cussin'. And today we had a lot of percussers drop by.
The Drummer of the title likes a good whacking on the skins, and a chap close to the Taverner's heart, beloved indeed, likes it too. So this is for them. Sit back. The Music Room doors open onto the Restaurant. Eat your lunch and not your shorts. Make a fine mess of the tables cloth and we will restore Precision as we go.
First up, to set the standard.... but keep it Top Secret....
And from somewhere colder and wetter, where even the weather does not stop them.... Swedes.
There is something really Masculine about soldiers marching and making music. Not that it is all a blokes' biz. There are girls who have the beat as well, albeit in a less 'Parade Ground' setting.
Vote your No # 1 from this line up. Some crackers here.
And those were just from Round # 2. There are more you can follow up and follow home, walking to their different drum.
But there are The Greats: the Two Greats. From an era past now but as ever still inspiring.
..... and his opposition from the same era.
OK, this is just a short one. Nothing fancy. Just fantastic.
That was when he was just starting out.
Later there was the great face-off. The Battle. Who was the best?
But wait.... percussion is not just drums.
There are Feet; on Legs. And what legs !!
But to finish off, with the coffee and mints....
Ready for a drink now?