A POET WITH THE STICKS
Alan Bartlett on the drums

Went to a Simon & Garfunkel concert tonight,
Not the real S & G, of course, but
A dynamic band that really did justice to the famed duo’s songs.

But, you shoulda heard the drummer,
Or, should I say, seen the drummer.
The way he spanked those yellow Gretsch drums.

Back-sticking, fake-sticking,
Caressing those cymbals,
Moving every part of his body to the beat,
Becoming one with the instrument.
He added visual texture to the song.

His vibe reached across the stage, and
Snatched the audience in its grasp.

I witnessed a man with a talent,
Fueled by his passion, and
I was humbled.

Wish you coulda been there