Drummers are always a pain in the ass. They tend to fuck up, or control most music. They play loud to drown out other players, they dominant what they shouldn't and their solos tend to the asshole-spirit. Drummers need Stalinist containment by brut force. Nearly every band leader knows this...as you can tell if you really listen to the records. Duke Ellington, Count Basie, the bebop crews, the cool crew, even big John, who moved the beat to the massed piano of McCoy Tyner rather than Roy Haynes.
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, it's 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