Wednesday, September 7, 2011

James Wood

[Keith Moon's drumming is] like an ideal sentence, a sentence I have always wanted to write and never quite had the confidence to do; a long, passionate onrush, formally controlled and joyously messy, propulsive but digressively self-interrupted, attired but dishevelled, careful and lawless, right and wrong.  Such a sentence would be a breaking out, an escape.  And drumming has always represented for me that dream of escape, when the body surrenders its awful self-consciousness.

(From a New Yorker essay about Keith Moon, the Who's original drummer.  Moon died of a drug overdose on this date in 1978.  It's fun to watch video of him performing even when he's faking it.)

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