Had It Been Another Day I Might Have Looked the Other Way

Unorganized Hancock playing the Beatles I’ve Just Seen a Face.

The imp drummer drops his stick at 0:30. If I didn’t tell you, would you have noticed? He never falters. Never hesitates. He reaches for another and keeps going. He’s not wearing his jacket, which means this is from the end of the show. He’d been going like that for an hour and a half already. His hands are sweaty and his little arms are tired.

The Heir bangs that tune out like a pro. That’s a dumb thing to say on my part. He is a pro, I guess. Or would be, if there was a place to be a pro at. He does a lot of singing in one night. In a larger band, someone else takes a turn. All he has to help him is a twelve-year-old drummer. He must be a Wallenda. If you miss, there is nothing much to catch you.

The boys are performing at the 4th of July festivites here in Rumford, Maine.

[Update: Many thanks to Kathleen M. from Connecticut for her constant support of our boys via our tipjar. It is much appreciated]

[Up-Update: Many thanks to Bob B. from Chicago for his generous support of my boys using the tipjar. He’s a longtime friend of Sippican Cottage, and says he might visit someday. I advise coming in the summer, Bob. It’s really pleasant, and it sometimes lasts for a whole week]

[Further Update: Many thanks to Kurt H. from Ohio for his generous hit on the boys’ PayPal button. It is very much appreciated.]