I recall the drummer as right on top of it when he broke out his sticks after many years. It was like riding a bike.
His talent was right on, not rusty.

That wild girlfriend of his recalls pushing him back into playing. When she asked the chicago band at blues to let him jam with them. It was then the bug had bit him. She had to force him to go check out your home jam sessions. But once he did thats all it wrote. I think she regrets it somedays. The drummer is at his best when he's jamming. You could say he calls it heaven