With the skins and the drums he broke, he built the path to climb to paradise. But he wasn't lacking in sensitivity; he was a classical dancer and a lion sitting on a stool. I listen to him and I'm left stunned every time; it feels like someone in the mixing phase is turning up and down the volume of the individual hits in the fills. Pure fantasy, with and without control, it was all the same to him. When you're immense, you improvise, and whatever comes out is brilliant. Thank you, moody helmet, for what you were able to give to everyone, drummers and non-drummers alike.
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