"I first met Karl Sterling when his parents brought him to a Stan Kenton Orchestra gig in upstate New York. He was a young drummer. This was 1972. Come to think of it, I was a young drummer at the time, too ... but Karl was younger! Karl's parents were justifiably proud of their son and how well he played. Some thirty five-plus years later, I'm the one who is feeling proud of how well Karl plays: proud that he stayed the course with his drumming, and proud that he matured into such a terrific…
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