The Drummer: Dewey
NAME: Dewey / The Dewmeister / Dew-drop / Dew-the-dishes / Dew-you-think so? / Dewey Decimal / Henry
INFLUENCES: Great pasta dishes
FAVORITE SAYING: "Through rain, through snow, through sleet or hail -- I'll retire at 50 'cause I brought you your mail."
Dewey was born in Iceland (a Jersey-city brewery famous for it's low-priced imitation lagers such as Fudwiser and Chiller Genuine Draft). It was the early sixties -- which was really more like the later fifties -- and Ruth, Dewey's mom, gave birth during a 12-hour shift on the bottle-capping machine.
Eager to share the news with her husband, she used her ingenuity and sense of industrious ambition to invent the cellular phone system during her lunch break. While she was able to build the entire infrastructure of cellular communications in the next hour and a half, her husband did not have a cell phone, because he couldn't find a decent service plan.
So,
Dewey spent the first hours of his life in a makeshift crib next to the
brewery's bottling machine, while Ruth finished her shift. The rhythmic
clinking of the bottles and the thunderous booms of the pneumatic-cylinder
capper (when it was in crimp-only mode and not crimp-and-torque
mode) were his first introduction to sound, and formed his deep love of
drumming.
At the end of the day, with only her feet to carry her, Ruth stopped at the local post office and enlisted a friendly mail carrier to help bring her new baby boy home. Ruth walked to her house and started working on more efficient designs for light-rail systems, and Dewey arrived in 3-to-5 days, carefully tucked behind the screen door.
These early formative events made Dewey both an energetic drummer and a proud member of the United States Postal Service who reads your Playboys on his break.
