w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

It was about six months bibab* that I first posted lyrics from that song.

The other day I saw a documentary about the lads who made it to the final of the auditions for the stage version of Billy Elliot. One of them divulged he was a 'self-taught' drummer, but then you saw that his dad also had his own kit, so it wasn't really surprising that he'd inherited the genes.

I was reminded of a story told by the then DJ Chris Evans' radio manager, about a music concert he'd gone to at his son's school. A huge van was being unloaded, with Pink Floyd-scale boxes of drum kit being ferried into the building.

"Someone's keen" he remarked to his son. "Oh, that's Palmer, he's pretty good."

Then, when he got to hear the lad play, he made the connection to Carl Palmer, of Emerson, Lake and Palmer fame. See - it's in the genes.

Funny though, our old pot and pan (Old man - Dad) has never played an instrument in his life, yet Bruv and I love the drums? Guess it's gotta start somewhere...

* before I became a blogger