I remember this particular night, because it was the night I met Carmine Appice, who was sitting in for their regular drummer. I can't remember the regular drummer's name, but they called him "Sweetness." He was anything and everything BUT "sweet." He was actually an miserable and unheathy fuck who already looked dead half the time.
Interestingly, about six months later, the Ludwig Drum company sponsored a rock drum clinic in the music store where I worked off-season and Carmine was the headliner. He remembered me and I had all my friends going nuts for me to get them "up close" to him.
Nazareth kicked ass with Carmine's double kick kit!
(...childhood memories, indeed! It was the early eighties and I was in my late twenties.
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