In the middle of rural Italy, in the little town I call home, there’s a small bar run by my friend Tony. I basically grew up in that bar because we were both fanatics about music and equally annoyed that there weren’t many good concerts around at the time. So, we made them happen. In this place that nobody had ever heard of, we’ve had, among many others, Marco Minnemann, Virgil Donati, Carmine and Vinny Appice, and Carl Palmer.
Then one day, Tony calls me up and tells me David Cross from King Crimson was playing there. They had this new drummer that we’d heard a lot of online fuss about; he wanted to make a good impression, so he asked me to come up that night and give him a hand. What I expected to find was a serious, aloof, progressive rock drummer; what I didn’t expect was this charming, funny, full-of-life guy who blew us all away with his professionalism and his playing.
And that ladies and gentlemen, was Craig Blundell.