Speaking of phenomenal drummers…
This might be my favorite drumming-related video, because it so perfectly demonstrates three concepts I very deeply believe in: That merit weighs more than fame or showmanship, that less is pretty much almost always more, and that you can usually spot the
true craftsman in the room by their clear lack of "trying too hard."
The contrast that can be seen in this video couldn't be more crass. While Jay Weinberg, certainly a decent drummer in his own right, looks like he's drumming for dear life, Max shows up in a suit and proceeds to play his son through the wall without so much as breaking a sweat. Jay's all over the place, banging his way an inch closer towards a torn rotator cuff with every passing minute, cracking and/or losing a stick every few bars. Meanwhile, Max pretty much just sits there in his suit and tie, with a posture that would make even the most cynical of orthopedists proud, and with a smile on his face that just so oozes with his genuine enjoyment of the craft and of the moment.
Sure, they're both coming from vastly different genres. Jay's a punk and metal drummer by trade, and Max's is rock and blues. So it's completely understandable that Jay looks and sounds like a fish out of water here, while Max looks and sounds like he's right at home with this track. But that's not my point.
My point is that there's no argument that Jay, taken on his own, is a world-class drummer. But he can't hold a candle to Max's energy and mind-boggingly effortless yet almost machine-like level of precision.
I was never able to get into anything Springsteen-related, to me he's just some highly overrated bloke who happened to be in the right place at the right time.* But Weinberg's phenomenal work alone has my finger move away from the skip button whenever something "Springsteen" comes on. He also single-handedly elevated Conan's band to the best late night band there ever was. (No disrespect to Paul Shaffer, Helmut Zerlett, Jon Batiste, Reggie Watts, Questlove, or Doc Severinsen, but come on!)
So, yeah.
Max Weinberg.
What a phenomenon!
Waaaaay up there with the likes of Buddy Rich, Jack DeJohnette, Keith Moon, Stewart Copeland, and Mickey Hart.
Honorable mention: Gil Sharone.
Plus: This video has them playing Benny Goodman's Sing Sing Sing, the most fantastic big band track ever written. Nothing else comes even close, at least not in terms of its overall energy and sheer overwhelming bopping power. A song that was pure metal decades before metal even was a thing, and one that will always be appreciated here at Casa del Armchair.
* This is overly harsh on purpose just to ruffle some feathers. Springsteen has always been an incredibly hard worker. I respect that, and for this alone he deserves every bit of cash and recognition that he gets. But purely from a merit point of view, as a musician, his fame is massively blown out of proportion. But in his defense: What the frack do I know, I think the same about the Beatles, Elvis, Michael Jackson, Take That, Elton John, Prince, or Madonna, after all. Just to name a few of my "worst offenders"…
PS, and on an entirely unrelated note: I just now realized that Blues Brothers 2000 has been out longer by this point than Blues Brothers was when Blues Brothers 2000 came out. The original Blues Brothers was 18 years old when Blues Brothers 2000 had hit the screens — which itself was 25 years ago. Crap on a cracker, I'm getting old…