There are drummers everywhere in Dayton, Ohio, behind the Target, in the parking lots of hotels, inside and outside churches, in the lots of abandoned shopping malls, in the lobby of the Hampton where we’re staying, and tomorrow morning, they will be at the free continental breakfast. There’s no escaping them. They’re like the bees in September, hovering, hungry, anxious about their routine, desperately looking for a place to land, drumming, dreaming of more drumming.
michael jarmer 