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R.I.P. Mitch Mitchell
It all started when I was six years old. We had this sweet nanny, Kerstin, who would be with me and my younger brother when mom started working. She was sweet, a little shy and had the class of the world (at lest to my six year old experience). After a little while she started bringing music over to our house. With a whirlwind the record player hosted stacks of vinyl. There was Johnny Winter, Led Zeppelin, Budgie, David Bowie and *drum roll* The Jimi Hendrix Experience.
The world changed and has forever been changed from that day on. I would take empty plastic containers and build my own drums. The neighbours kid and I formed a band, tormenting parents and whoever who happened to pass by with loud shrieks and constant banging on assorted cans.
When I turned eleven my parents gave up and brought me to Pelle, a drummer with a band called Dice among other things. He was extremely cool and very demanding. I got my own Pearl jazz kit and I spent hours practicing (god bless my parents).
Years later and different bands when it started becoming difficult keeping a set because I was living in apartments the drumming started to fade but the passion for music never stopped. In fact it has increased over the years.
Reading about mr Mitch Mitchells passing away today brought on a lot of sweet memories. I´m a bit nostalgic and very grateful for Kerstin who brought music to the house and these amazing drummers that made me start drumming myself.
Who knows, I might get a kit again sometime soon so if you here a racket in your area it´s just me jamming away to some old albums with The Jimi Hendrix Experience and mr Mitch Mitchell.
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Papi! Vilken skön historia, det var något jag inte visste om dig.
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November 18th, 2008 at 2:43 pmVilken fin historia. Så betydelsefulla de är, de där personerna som planterar musiken i ens liv. Du kan tacka Kerstin. Jag tackar min bror Per.
November 26th, 2008 at 2:35 pm/Bodil
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