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Rick
Murphy hails from the Drummer's Capitol of the World,
East Dimmerford Kentucky. It was there that he learned
the first rule of drumming: Don't Drop Your Sticks.
It wasn't long before Rick, sticks in hand, made his
way to the Big Apple, and won a part in the off Broadway
play "Drums? Yeah we got your
drums right here buddy"
as an understudy to the lead drummer, Christopher
Walken. One steamy night in July, Walken couldn't
make it. The director walked up to Rick and said "This
is it kid, your big break. Think you can handle it?"
Rick laughed a manly, drummer's laugh and said with
his imperturbable smile "Just show me to the
stage Mario". When the lights came on, Rick was
stunned to see a full house. The show had never sold
out before. |
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The conductor raised his baton and the music started.
Rick played, and played, and played... he played like
a man possessed, like a banshee, like a bat out of
hell, like it was going out of style, like shit through
a goose, like the pope is catholic, like a needle
in a haystack, like father like son.. he beat those
drums like he was beating you at your own damn game,
like a rhinestone cowboy, Like it was taking a licking
and kept on ticking, like a technicolor sneeze in
a confetti factory, like a virgin, like a chicken
with it's head cut off, like a Hurricane, like a rented
mule, like a hunka hunka burnin love, and then, the
Big Moment™. The Drum Solo!! He took a deep
breath, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled again, inhaled deeply,
then exhaled voluminously, inhaled, inhaled more,
and then... inhaled again till his lungs were at bursting
point and then!!!
Dropped his sticks.
Now he's in The Valves |
