Muttly Official SuperComputer not presently capable of downloading video feeds over pesky telephone wire, but if he could, would be holding forth on Mosrite guitars and fretboard radius, etc., finally trump himself with clever reference to Sandy Nelson.
Ebb Tide, baby.
Carry on.
[BTW, old friend encountered Buddy Rich (ultimate Surf drummer, since passing of ..uh...stumble over the day....whew...one...two three..four...O.K., Gene Krupa]/
man, that hurt
..oh right. So Buddy had apparently sharpened the top rims of his snare drums, like, SHARP edges, like....
RIMSHOT !!!
{new sticks!}
We are watching.
Do your best.
O.K. Moi had a little personal problem during last heroic Post, so...late '60s gifted drummer friend had met/worked with Buddy and reported this.
Same fellow maintained, and Dad confirmed, that in Viet Nam, Dad had discarded his Mattel M-16 (model famed for only being good for hanging your bloody dog tags and .30 caliber-perforated helmet on) in favor of his boyhood-proven Winchester 1894 lever action .30-30....with which he lived, and returned to be an installer for the telephone company, bouncing a "superball" against the walls, to determine where the studs were.