Who’d have thought the answer to my questions would come from “The Quiet Stone”. Of all the Rolling Stones, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ronnie Wood and Charlie Watts, of course it’s the drummer whom God would use to speak the wisdom I sought.
I’ve loved the Stones since I was six. And while most of the attention typically goes to the flamboyant front man Mick, I’ve always admired the guy in the back playing the understated, steady beat.
He’s easy to overlook considering the jump, jack, and flash of the front line. But Charlie has been an ever-faithful original band member, willfully surrendering the spotlight to his more extroverted mates.
Recently he was heard to say he doesn’t play drums for himself. He plays for “Mick and Keith”. It reflects the motto of any good drummer. You must yield to the guy out front. Accentuate what he’s doing. Be a team player. It’s not only good for drummers, it’s a good rule for living.
It’s downright tweetable.
As I’ve contemplated this approach further, I’m reminded of a principle I’ve wrestled with much of late. I’ve often taught my drum students that drummers need other musicians. We can’t go solo.
Then of all people Charlie Watts, who hardly says anything, and certainly said nothing extremely profound, made a statement that me right between the eyes. He said, “A drummer can’t play at home. He has to go on the road.”
An avalanche of clarity.
I have struggled with this for so long. Years of playing in bands missing family events, and vice-versa. The insatiable desire to be in two places at once.
Fortunately I’m now in a situation in a great band with great friends where I can play part time within a working schedule. Hopefully, as long as I’m able and still have a role, I can continue for a long time.
Consider this fair warning and good counsel for young drummers. Know going in this instrument requires accompaniment. And if you’re able to take it to the next level, be prepared to work evenings, weekends and holidays.
What a strange and wonderful realization. After fifty-two years of drum life, God uses a Rolling Stone to give me perspective.
So where was Charlie Watts when I needed him in 1967?
Oh, yeah. On the road with the Rolling Stones.