Taylor Hawkins was a drummer’s drummer. As a kid in middle school just learning how to play, I would watch footage of Hawkins pounding the drums on YouTube. His idiosyncratic performances, which merged captivating power with stylistic finesse, were visual just as much as they were aural. His long, blond hair would fly around him as his sticks blurred into an almost imperceptible haze. When I received Hawkins’ signature sticks as a gift during my adolescence, I used them until they were virtu...
Taylor Hawkins was a drummer’s drummer. As a kid in middle school just learning how to play, I would watch footage of Hawkins pounding the drums on YouTube. His idiosyncratic performances, which merged captivating power with stylistic finesse, were visual just as much as they were aural. His long, blond hair would fly around him as his sticks blurred into an almost imperceptible haze. When I received Hawkins’ signature sticks as a gift during my adolescence, I used them until they were virtu...
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