Tribute to my pops
I can’t believe I’ve had a blog for all this time and I hadn’t thought yet to post my own dad’s band. They were The Others in the mid-sixties - self-admittedly a Beatles-esque band. When they got hired to play clubs, they would often play a lot of Beatles covers, and they definitely had the harmonies to back it up. That’s him with his foot on the bass drum. He was the drummer, with that funny Beatles haircut. They started as a college band at URI in 1964 and spent a summer in New York opening for The Lovin’ Spoonful, the Animals and the Byrds.
When I tried my hand at drumming (and I still haven’t given up the idea of drumming someday, when I can do more than two push-ups in a row), we were hoping to cover this song, which has actually been covered by a few punk bands that got a hold of the Nuggets compilation that it appeared on. All loyalties aside, I think it’s a kickass song.
When i was a kid my dad would go down to the basement where the drumset has always been set up. He would bang out a lot of beats while I took cheerleading pom poms out and tried to dance along to it. My mother would yell from the basement steps that it was distracting her from making meatballs.
