[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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