When I started shedding the linear grooves of Clark and Garibaldi, my mother would call down to the basement, “Remember Jack, a little displaced snare can go a long way.”

She had a point. I was in my rebellious phase: teens.

Now I’m in my “making up stuff my mother said” phase.

The first bar begs for the second. Keeps you listening for seven minutes.

Clyde Stubblefield