The response today is: because we are bloody lucky to be able to play.
The following terrible, if not unsurprising, news is on Ginger Baker's website: "Just seen doctor… big shock… no more gigs for this old drummer… everything is off… of all things I never thought it would be my heart…"
See my other previous post for how I feel about this curmudgeonly genius of the drums.
It's only through practice that we reach our real potential. Long ago Ginger used to do his seven hours a day or whatever, playing the rudiments until they were absorbed into his body. And that gave him the vocabulary to speak with a unique musical voice.
When you heard Ginger… you knew it was Ginger and no one else.
I don't know how he has lived this long… and played so brilliantly and been such an inspiration to so many.
If it's not too late, I wish him health… and peace.
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