"Starting Over"
by Neil Peart
[ Taken from Modern Drummer -- November 1995 ]
During the recording sessions for Burning For Buddy, it was a pleasure to
work with so many great drummers, most of whom I hadn't met before. As many
of us have long suspected, the drumming community is indeed a special one,
with bonds of shared understanding, and nearly all of these great drummers
were also great human beings. Some of them I will feel close to all my life,
even if we never see each other again.
It was equally wonderful to work with the drummers I did already know, like
Rod Morgenstein and Steve Smith. Rod and the sensational Steve Morse band
had been the opening act on a Rush tour around '86 and we became good
friends and have kept in touch. Steve Smith and I had worked together on a
Jeff Berlin record eight or nine years before, then met again for the Buddy
Rich Memorial Scholarship concert back in 1991.
This time, though, I noticed something different about Steve's playing. He
had always been a fine drummer, but suddenly it seemed he had become a
master. My eyes and ears were amazed and delighted by the overall
excellence in his playing, not only technically, but musically. His
drumming was simply beautiful.
So I had his arms broken.
No, really, I asked him, "What's your secret?" and Steve replied, "Freddie."
In the days to follow I was able to meet "Freddie," the legendary teacher
Freddie Grubber, and over dinner one night he and I had a wonderful
conversation about drums, music, and life. Freddie is sixty-eight years
young, and has lived a life worthy of an epic novel. A native New Yorker,
he began playing the "after-hours joints" around the city in the late '40s
and early '50s - a time when New York was uniquely the vortex of
contemporary art, the cutting edge of modem painting, sculpture, theater,
and, of course, American jazz.
During those tumultuous years, it seemed as if Freddie had crossed paths
with everybody, from the most beloved drummers of the time, like Papa Jo
Jones and the enigmatic Dave Tough, to the poet Allen Ginsberg, the
abstract-expressionist painter Larry Rivers, and a cast of walkons that
ranged from Gil Evans to a young Miles Davis.
For Freddie himself, a highlight of this time was working with an
up-and-coming band that included Charlie Parker, Red Rodney, and Zoot Sims.
Unfortunately, the "up-and-coming" went "down-and-gone": The project never
got beyond the rehearsal room, and only photographs survive.
Freddie was also a close friend to Buddy Rich for most of his life, and like
anyone who knew that complex, driven man, Freddie has a great fund of 'Buddy
stories', too. Basically, Freddie's got stories, period, and he loves to
tell them. (He wouldn't let me repeat the really good ones!)
Circumstances took Freddie to the "left coast' and led him into teaching,
and after thirty-five years the list of people he has worked with is a
veritable Who's Who of great drummers: Jim Keltner, Peter Erskine, Dave
Weckl, Anton Fig, John Guerin, Mitch Mitchell, Steve Smith, Ian Wallace,
Jeff Hamilton, Clayton Cameron, Richie Garcia, Mike Baird, Adam Nussbaum,
Kenny Aronoff, John Riley, and many more.
Meanwhile, back in New York, Freddie dropped into the Power Station once
again while I was recording my own tracks, and when I mentioned to him
later that I was fighting the "War Of The Grips" in that style of music -
unable to get the power I wanted from traditional grip, or the finesse I
wanted from matched Freddie said: "Yeah, I noticed that. I could fix that
in half an hour."
During the summer months, all of those things stayed in my mind, and before
I knew it, they coalesced into one of those decisions that seem to "make
themselves" in the subconscious mind - the kind of thing Carl Jung wrote
about. Anyway, suddenly I just "knew" what I had to do, and I gave Freddie
a call. We arranged to spend a week working together in New York City.
For myself, I figured it was worth the shot. After working in my own
"idiom" for so long, I had begun to feel that I had pushed my envelope about
as far as I could. I knew I needed "something" I just didn't know what.
There was no way of knowing if Freddie was that "something," but it seemed
better to find out than to wonder about it.
A lesson with Freddie Grubber is not about notes beats, or "chops." It's
about the fingers, the wrists, the ankles, the feet - about the way the body
moves naturally. In the same way, there is no Freddie Grubber "method" - he
changes his approach to suit each individual, adapting his knowledge and
experience to help accentuate your strengths and correct the weaknesses.
Freddie's only goal, in his own words, is "to make the best possible you."
John Riley described Freddie to me as a "conceptual teacher," but that seems
too dry for a character like Freddie, or for the roller coaster ride of
studying with him. Whenever Freddie got excited about what he was trying to
impart, he became a ball of pure energy - intensely earnest and physically
animated - and my own energy level had to keep up with his. It wasn't easy.
To demonstrate the point he was making, Freddie did a little music hall
dance for me, and I realized what he was showing me: It isn't about the
steps, for most of the "dance" takes place in the air. He gave other
examples: a piano player's fingering!, a cellist's bowing motion, a boxer' s
stance. and - he took a deep breath - "playing the drums."
And then I saw it clearly for the first time - when we strike a drum with a
stick or pedal-beater, the result is a note being sounded. But if you think
about it, almost the whole motion is "non-note"-which is to say, it is the
movement that accomplishes that note. So Freddie's unspoken method says,
why not concentrate a little on the "non-note," since that is the major part
of what we do?
Freddie drew another vivid analogy between hitting a drum and playing with
one of those paddles attached to a rubber ball with an elastic string. He
mimed the motion of it, and said, "If you just try to hit the ball, it won't
work, will it? Your motion in the air has to be circular, fluid, and
responsive, or else the 'thing' won't happen. Am I right?" I had to admit
he was, and it was a revelation to me.
Freddie started me off with a list of simple exercises to take home with me,
some of them to be done at the drumkit, others with just a stick and a
couple of fingers. "These are just options," he stressed. "Keep playing the
way you do, and work on these things separately."
Though I was inspired by all this, secretly I was a little worried-would I
find the discipline to work on these exercises, to get into a practice
routine once again? I hadn't practiced every day since I was in my teens,
and I sure wasn't a teenager anymore! My life had become much fuller and
more complicated, with an awful lot of distractions-both willing and otherwise.
But I needn't have worried. I was possessed by the spirit of "starting
over," and I approached it that way. Every day I found at least an hour to
spend at the drums (four drums, two cymbals, and hi-hat), and at night I
found myself reading or watching TV with the sticks in my hands, doing the
little exercises. If my wife and daughter weren't around to be annoyed by
it, I would often have the practice pad out, too. (A drummer's curse-all
your life no one wants to hear you practice!)
After six months of this, I was starting to "get somewhere," and I felt it
was time for another session with Freddie. This time he came to my house in
Toronto, and we spent another few days together. He left me with another
list of exercises to work on, to "take this thing a little further."
Sensibly, he had begun with the foundation-the left hand and the right foot
along with some broader exercises, which would help to make my approach
more fluid, more circular. Now be began to move those things up a level, as
well as to introduce some new approaches for the right hand. (As proof of
Freddie's "one limb-at-a-time" approach, as of this writing we still haven't
started on my left foot!)
So once again, I'm back to practicing every day and sitting around at night
with a pair of sticks and a practice pad-starting over. My bandmates have
been setting a little restless to start on a new Rush project, but since I'm
in the process of "reinventing" myself, I want to aide it a bit more time.
It's hard for me to explain, and the band meetings have been a bit awkward:
"When will you be ready, then?"
"I'm not sure-maybe after a year."
"A year?"
And even then, I'm not entirely sure that I'll end up playing Rush music all
that differently. Over the past twenty years my style of playing has
evolved to suit me and our music-and vice versa-and that chemistry may not
be changed so easily. But still, I ask you, as fellow drummers, is it worth
it or not?
You know it.