my father was a doctor by day, drummer by night. growing i would sit on our basement steps watching his band cover rock songs ranging from the beatles to the b-52's (love shack was a favorite of mine). when they would play little events here and there i would stand up front and tell everyone with such pride, 'that's my father on the drums.'
my brother followed in his footsteps and took up drumming at a young age. my appreciation for his banging all day and night was quite different. as i tried to study he played the drums to every dave matthews band song whenever he was home (probably the reason why i hated dmb growing up). however as i grew older and he became more focused in his drumming i realized he was very talented; all that practice paid off.last night i got to watch my father's new band, the kidney stones, open for my brother's band, DOCO. listening to my father drum brought back many childhood memories and listening to DOCO play gave me hope that they might just make it some day. like father, like son, they are both true rockstars in all they do.