Drummer John Bonham, of Led Zeppelin fame; think about what he sounds like, his drum sound, the way he hits, the power. His name sounds like how he drums. Say it with me kids: "BONHAM!" [BA-NUM]
Let's have more fun with the Drumset Haiku Translator:
Those phat thundering tom-tom triplets he rips at the end of 'Stairway':
"Hidderit-da, Hitterit-da, Hitterit-da, Hitterit-da Hittera-BOP!"
The solo fill at the end of "Rock 'n Roll":
BA-DOP!
vlaROP boom DOP boom DOP Dadaboom ba-
Bidderit-da!
Bitterit-da!
Bitterit-da!
Bitterit-da!
Bitterit-da!
Bitterit-da!
gooodalaHROP gooodalaHROP TOP
TOP TOP Huddalaroom...
Boosh.
It ain't a Dead Sea Scroll transciption, but hey.
************Speaking of beautiful things, this morning I enjoyed the 2nd half of Fat Bottom Girls enroute to McD's for a pre-work breakfast burrito, and while waiting in the drivethru, was bestowed with the majesty of 'Lick It Up'.
That song could be used in physics and art seminars to explain perfect composition. It's a diamond edition Lexus of Big Party Pop Rock. The balance, the integrity, there's no waste in its structure. It's a 3 minute audio science fair. From the mix to Paul Stanley's howls, it's perfect in every way for what it's designed to be and do for its intended recipients.
It won't win the Nobel, but neither did the can opener. When the alien armada sifts thru what they anniolated to colonize this planet and find the buried canisters of film and audio masters in those Kansas vault mines, they'll hear LIU and say "this works." Because it truly does.
Wouldn't it be funny, if like in Demolition Man with Taco Bell being the finest and only dining experience on Earth in the future, the alien armada picked up the LIU canister instead of the Mozart one? They go to grab the Mozart, but a rat scuttles out from under it, so they blast it, thereby forgetting what original canister they went to grab. So they grab the LIU and thus institute the music of KISS as the planet's most holy and sacred form of music in some kind of retro-homage to the cultures who once lived here.
The beauty is they won't have to sculpt their own statues of Gene Simmons to erect in the Temple. They'll just U-Haul over the ones from Gene's mansion he had made of himself in the late 70s.
And yet again, Gene Wins.
Bastard!