As I stood in New York's Mercury Lounge, after walking what felt like the length of Manhattan, my feet ached. When I plonked myself down I realized, to my delight, that I rested next to William B. Johnson. Former bucket drummer to Alicia Keys during "The Diary of Alicia Keys" tour, Wil and I spent the evening comparing the onslaught of bands that addressed the stage. Having intrigued me by claiming to be very good with his hands only seconds after introducing himself, he confidently assured me that whilst his own band Drumadics was very different, he could blow these other kinds of performances out of the water -- or off the stage, as it were.
Subsequently, he invited me to his practice session at The Studio on the West Side of Manhattan to prove his point. The only other musicians I'd met in New York up until now were from Williamsburg. On the whole they were pouty, bar-sitting notebookers (anyone who has been there will know only too well what I'm talking about). Wil, who lives on the Upper East Side, is jocular and affable; he's someone who doesn't seem to take himself too seriously. And for this reason I made the assumption that his band might be just a little better than amateur. How wrong I was.
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