Debuting Nate Wood

Be Gentle
I was surprised to learn that this was Nate Wood’s first interview. It’s not like he’s an unknown. Buzz about his playing ripples in the wake of his electrifying live performances with Kneebody, and more recently, Tigran Hamasyan; and if you’re not hip to him you’re probably one or two cats away from someone who is in this town. Still, it’s true that there is little published record of the 30 year-old drumming phenom. That is destined to soon change, and I am happy to have sat down with Nate on New Years Eve day—less than a week before he departed his life-long home of Southern California for a new home and life in New York—to relate his story before it’s old news.

We covered Nate here once before, but I knew after that show with Kneebody that the resulting review was little more than a placeholder for a more revealing feature to come. So here you have it: our two-part, hour-long, tragically under-edited, implicitly promised video interview with Nate Wood.

Inspired Timing
My improvised plan was to massage the blatant symbolism of the new year and the very real transition of a cross-country move, into an opportunity for retrospection and a bit of horizon gazing. Nate indulged the premise and afterward acknowledged blissful emotional catharsis. It may have just been the effects of a late night and midday low blood sugar.

In any case, we did get the story. From a self-imposed retirement at age four, to gigs with two cutting-edge instrumental groups and John Tesh. That’s right. If you haven’t heard Nate play—or if you have—you might care to look and listen to this little piece of insanely-edited French footage first.

Congratulations and best to Nate on his move and upcoming wedding. To be continued.

Steve Krugman

Pa Rum Pum Pro Drum

Ho, ho, ho! and a roomful of drums. It was time again for the Pro Drum Shop annual Christmas party this past Tuesday, December 15. Hollywood Drum has expressed sincere affection for the Pro Shop before, and we’re not about to stop the music now. There shall be no “Where Is The Love,” or “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers.” Regrettably, I was unavailable to attend and raise a Styrofoam cup to owners Stan and Jerry myself this year, so the lovely Jason Sutter graciously served as our guest reporter on this one.

This year’s fete held added significance as 2009 marked the beloved shop’s 50th anniversary. According to Sutter, attendance suggested that this bit of sentiment was not lost on L.A. drummers, with cars “pouring out to the street,” and people “filtering” through the front door. Not surprisingly, it seems fun was had and good cheer spread by all.

So, I figuratively raise my not-so-proverbial Styrofoam cup to thank Stan and Jerry for all they do for our drum community, and wish everyone joyful reflection on 2009 and happiness ahead for 2010.

Thanks to Sutter for his colorful coverage.

Steve Krugman