Every once in a while you have to go over to the drummer and hit them in the head with a baseball bat. Shut the fuck up.
The classic example is Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers. Blakey ran it like a military combat troop. I love Blakey, but really man, back the fuck off. Jazz isn't drum hammers. It's brushes with an occasional kick, dock, dick like Philly Jones. Get it? What Miles did was threaten to kill the drummer and thereby invented the Cool.
On the other hand, what made Compared to What, depended on the clock work tic toc of the drummer like machine clicks. Beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzvlivbptXk
Every Sunday in lower Sproul the drummers hammered away where I could hear them three blocks away and be reassured Berkeley was still Berkeley.
Every family wouldn't be complete without the assholes. Trust me, they are used to abuse.
In my view drummers are a personality disorder symptomatic of hearing loss. They live in the beat and that is their psychosis. I do understand, its the time of existance throbbing in the mind, hammering away at the universe. But enough is enough. Dude.
Here is Charles Mingus, Moanin':
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__OSyznVDOY
Capital as The City of Frenzy.
CG