The world loves a beat, and while I do not even play drums or any instrument for that matter, my chain mail-socks can tap one out when others play. It has been mentioned to me as I pull pints that the Drummer in the Tavern name hardly gets a look in. So tonight we put that to rights.
Down in the streets the word was put out by a young fellow, Alistair, who can get a beat out of almost anything. I think he may have had something to do with all the tickets for the big bash this evening.
We have a big line-up, from all over, but more of that in a moment.
Not that the biz is just for young fellows. In Japan a little girl whacks the skins like a professional much to the astonishment of shoppers. And me. I must get her onto the patio next summer.
It did not used to be the case back in my day that girls played drums. They usually stood around looking decorative. These days they are beating their own drum. This youngster reckons her Dad helped a lot.
But wait. Let's look at the line up for tonight. There are very decorative big girls playing with the boys. Or should that be competing. Here are the flowers of the Ukraine, lined up to battle it out.
Of course Battle was one of the earliest uses of drums. They signalled. They kept the timing. They lifted the spirits. But it took quite a bit of training and discipline which still has to be applied. Cadets here do their thing under the watchful eye and ear of their Sergeant before joining the field. Splendid lads too.
And the result? The Swiss Top Secret Drum Corps show us, dressed for combat.
The 'Drum Battle', has a history going right back to,,, oh 1966. The famous one between the 'Greats': Gene Krupa and Buddy Rich, as I was reminded by my beloved son in whom I am well pleased.
Now, if all works out we shall have the latest 'Great', Phil Collins, to round off our evening.
And I shall leave you dummaniacs with it.
I shall pull and pour pints while you enjoy.
(B)eat your heart out Sarah. You were almost right. My AdSense figures are in two digits. $20 !