Keith Richards tells a great story about Charlie Watts, legendary drummer for the Stones.
After a night of drinking, Mick saw Charlie asleep and yelled, "Is that my drummer? Why don't you get your arse down here?"
Richards continues, "Charlie got dressed in a Savile Row suit, tie, shoes, shaved, came down, grabbed him and went boom! Don't ever call me "your drummer" again. You're my … singer."
No drums, no Stones.
Who's playing the drums in your shop?