The Harmelings

As you may recall, I once pounded the skins in Bananafield Lovenuts & Joy. (Luckily, I had no part in naming that band.) We’d brutalize the garage and the neighbors’ ears on Wolfstar Court back in our heyday, and even played a gig or two around town. (The bassist got gangrene and nearly lost his hand at one point. That was a setback.) Anyway, Jack and I went down to Uncle Rob’s house in Pt. Loma recently. Uncle Rob was kind enough to allow Jack to abuse the drum kit. Jack rocked it for about 45 minutes straight, quite possibly the longest any single activity has ever kept his attention.

Hopefully the boy has better rhythm and timing than I had…