When I was a kid, my older brother was a rock 'n roll drummer of some note, whereas I--you'll be shocked to learn--was a hopeless geek. In those days, I learned to regard Gene Krupa as the paradigm of drumming coolness. Now, through the miracle of YouTube, here he is.

Music is, of course, Scott's bailiwick, but I can't resist this brief intrusion.

Posted by John at 11:17 PM  |    |