I was the drummer for Bloodrock back in the early seventies. I was one
of the best drummers Texas ever saw back in those halcyon days. But the
lifestyle was a burnout and our egos and wrong priorities and immaturity 
and lackluster management and record company demands (2 albums a year
with constant touring) hastened our demise by half. I moved to Austin
to extend my drum life in 1975 but the dismay of starting over in crappy little
clubs and more hyper-egos just finished it for me. Besides, I always try
to explain to people that the spirit of drumming left my body. It just up
and left. Gone. Never to return in that form. So be it. But I did turn
to the piano for comfort. It seemed to offer more new possibilities
than trapset. And my fingers became a more fluid form of drumming. 
Melodies and moods and words could be more readily utilized. I could 
entertain myself endlessly. I worked with dancers. I began to sing.
And then I joined a cult.