Tim Fezziwig
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I have propped up my last drummer. I would always stand right next to the kit, even live. When the vocals gave me a break I would turn my back to the audience and lock in with the drummer. My bassists were always getting lost. It was my job to lock in. I have played with two " real" drummers, and 2 "converted " dummers. I cut my teeth on MONSTER drummers<Bonham, Powell, Moon, Baker,,,,,,,, I remember the first time I saw Song Remains. I was 14 and impressionable. I loved the power coming off his kit. I never thought I would have a band, life is very unpredictable.
My first drummer was pure freak. Crossed eyes and curled mustache. He played really well sometimes, other times he dropped a stick every two minutes. He was a "fill" drummer. He reminded me of a brain-dead Mitch Mitchell. He was a moron. He had a frigid gal. He would bllow off gigs to go camping with her. No sex camping? He eventually drove me to the brink. He was very suprised when I blew up the band. He married the gal? They divorced in 5 years. I tried to get together with him again in '97. We practiced three times. He then stopped showing up. Drummers do this.
I went 10 years. I saw the Dicks. I was convinced. I needed a drummer. I started handing out my demo everywhere I went: delis, porn stores, library, POLICE STATION. I handed them out, GREAT music on a crappy home-made disc.
DRUMMER NEEDED< BE A STAR<<<<BE A BONHAM<<<<JOIN FEZZ was hand-scrawled on the white sleeve.No takers. I asked people in the streets,
" Do you know any drummers?"
I was going to hire a crackhead with a sandwich board to stand on corners,
JOIN FEZZ GET GIRLS<,,,,,,,,,,,,
One day my friend, Violent Pat, called me,
" I have a bassist for you."
"I need a drummer, bassists grow on trees."
" Are you ever happy?"
" Sorry Pat, thanks for the 4 stringer."
I went to the bassist's condo. I brought three guitars and three amps. He was timid and sickly. I blew his ears and brains out. He was reluctant. I waved a shiny object before his eyes. Brainwashing really works. We practiced twice as a duo. I arrived the next week. There was a kid smoking a cig outside the garage.
"Tim?"
" Yeah?"
" I'm your new drummer."
My nervous bassist had struck gold, or so I thought. He played like Keith Moon at his surfiest. We would get together every Friday. He was my saviour. 20 yrs old. Long hair. 120 lbs. I would pump him up all the time. Drummers need this? Bassists want to be left alone to "tune."
" LEAD FEZ INTO THE 21st CENTURY,,,,,,,I will send every gal,boy,farm animal your way. The gig is my SEX,,,,,I'm married,,,,,,,,,get leg ,get jewels..."
Huge speeches. I would be bristling with juice. He would yawn and scratch his neck. We recorded 5 songs from the drums up. He played a very lively kit. I let him do whatever he wanted. I never tell musicians what to play, I want them invested. We finish the recordings. They are really good, Dylan , Therm, and some others have heard these recordings.I was very happy. I got us several gigs. Then ? The drummer got OXY'ED out. He started passing out on the floor while the bassist and I worked on songs.
" Is he going to die Tim?"
" No, he is just tired."
I'm a big enabler when I want something. I wanted this band to work. He showed up at the gigs and slept in his car before the shows. I was pacing and ripped, pre-gig is all adrenaline. When we were called I woulld go out to his van and shake him awake,
" Drummer boy arise,,,,,,,,,,,,destroy,,,,,,,create......"
He came through somehow? Luckily, I recorded two whole shows for future? Who am I kidding, I'm going to burn every photo,writing,cd,,,,,,,. Why not? Stay pure. We got together to practice. I pull up and my bassist is not thrilled. Drummer boy was passed out in his bathroom. We carried him up to bed.
" Tim, this is over."
" Why, he is just sick."
I never saw Drummer Boy again. I stayed in touch with the bassist for awhile, but the magic was gone.
I was devastated. I need another drummer. I'm on a hot streak? I eventually talked my guitar tech,BOOZU, into banging on the kit. He was really enthused. We would practice in Jody King's studio. We went a whole year as a SUPERPOWERDUO. One day he didn't show? I called him,
"What is up?"
" Nothing brother, see you next week."
I never saw him again. I quit . NO MORE!
Several months after FEZZ#3 whimpered to an end I get a call.
" Tim , I want to join you and Boozu."
" John , Boozu is gone."
" I'll drum."
I now had a bassist playing drums for me. We play what would be my final gig as a SUPERPOWERDUO. This was last Oct. Guess what happened? He caught drummer's disease. I called him over and over. He called back in April,
" I'm READY Tim, lets destroy."
He never appeared and doesn't answer the phone.I'm finally "OVER" my drummer fixation. I'm happy....NO DRUMMER NO CRY!
My first drummer was pure freak. Crossed eyes and curled mustache. He played really well sometimes, other times he dropped a stick every two minutes. He was a "fill" drummer. He reminded me of a brain-dead Mitch Mitchell. He was a moron. He had a frigid gal. He would bllow off gigs to go camping with her. No sex camping? He eventually drove me to the brink. He was very suprised when I blew up the band. He married the gal? They divorced in 5 years. I tried to get together with him again in '97. We practiced three times. He then stopped showing up. Drummers do this.
I went 10 years. I saw the Dicks. I was convinced. I needed a drummer. I started handing out my demo everywhere I went: delis, porn stores, library, POLICE STATION. I handed them out, GREAT music on a crappy home-made disc.
DRUMMER NEEDED< BE A STAR<<<<BE A BONHAM<<<<JOIN FEZZ was hand-scrawled on the white sleeve.No takers. I asked people in the streets,
" Do you know any drummers?"
I was going to hire a crackhead with a sandwich board to stand on corners,
JOIN FEZZ GET GIRLS<,,,,,,,,,,,,
One day my friend, Violent Pat, called me,
" I have a bassist for you."
"I need a drummer, bassists grow on trees."
" Are you ever happy?"
" Sorry Pat, thanks for the 4 stringer."
I went to the bassist's condo. I brought three guitars and three amps. He was timid and sickly. I blew his ears and brains out. He was reluctant. I waved a shiny object before his eyes. Brainwashing really works. We practiced twice as a duo. I arrived the next week. There was a kid smoking a cig outside the garage.
"Tim?"
" Yeah?"
" I'm your new drummer."
My nervous bassist had struck gold, or so I thought. He played like Keith Moon at his surfiest. We would get together every Friday. He was my saviour. 20 yrs old. Long hair. 120 lbs. I would pump him up all the time. Drummers need this? Bassists want to be left alone to "tune."
" LEAD FEZ INTO THE 21st CENTURY,,,,,,,I will send every gal,boy,farm animal your way. The gig is my SEX,,,,,I'm married,,,,,,,,,get leg ,get jewels..."
Huge speeches. I would be bristling with juice. He would yawn and scratch his neck. We recorded 5 songs from the drums up. He played a very lively kit. I let him do whatever he wanted. I never tell musicians what to play, I want them invested. We finish the recordings. They are really good, Dylan , Therm, and some others have heard these recordings.I was very happy. I got us several gigs. Then ? The drummer got OXY'ED out. He started passing out on the floor while the bassist and I worked on songs.
" Is he going to die Tim?"
" No, he is just tired."
I'm a big enabler when I want something. I wanted this band to work. He showed up at the gigs and slept in his car before the shows. I was pacing and ripped, pre-gig is all adrenaline. When we were called I woulld go out to his van and shake him awake,
" Drummer boy arise,,,,,,,,,,,,destroy,,,,,,,create......"
He came through somehow? Luckily, I recorded two whole shows for future? Who am I kidding, I'm going to burn every photo,writing,cd,,,,,,,. Why not? Stay pure. We got together to practice. I pull up and my bassist is not thrilled. Drummer boy was passed out in his bathroom. We carried him up to bed.
" Tim, this is over."
" Why, he is just sick."
I never saw Drummer Boy again. I stayed in touch with the bassist for awhile, but the magic was gone.
I was devastated. I need another drummer. I'm on a hot streak? I eventually talked my guitar tech,BOOZU, into banging on the kit. He was really enthused. We would practice in Jody King's studio. We went a whole year as a SUPERPOWERDUO. One day he didn't show? I called him,
"What is up?"
" Nothing brother, see you next week."
I never saw him again. I quit . NO MORE!
Several months after FEZZ#3 whimpered to an end I get a call.
" Tim , I want to join you and Boozu."
" John , Boozu is gone."
" I'll drum."
I now had a bassist playing drums for me. We play what would be my final gig as a SUPERPOWERDUO. This was last Oct. Guess what happened? He caught drummer's disease. I called him over and over. He called back in April,
" I'm READY Tim, lets destroy."
He never appeared and doesn't answer the phone.I'm finally "OVER" my drummer fixation. I'm happy....NO DRUMMER NO CRY!
I do try hard not to bum over last minute cancellations, just means I gotta drum two sets and no guitar goodness for the night. I do my demos completely alone to avoid this problem! Bass is like guitar (kinda) and drumming, shit, just count to four...
