R.I.P. Earl Palmer


To reuse a popular expression, heaven just got a bit funkier.

Earl Palmer, the man behind the pots in untold classic songs has passed away at the age of 83.

Read more here.

And check this out, too.

Here’s him on Crescent City Gold’s “New York Buzz” giving them drums a serious treatment. Great tune.

Rest in peace.



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2 responses to “R.I.P. Earl Palmer

  1. renew.it.all

    Can’t really say that I knew the man, but may he lie peacefully in his grave.

    He’s probably enjoying himself with James Brown and Isaac Hayes right now, while Bernie Mac is cracking sex joke after sex joke, Richard Wright is tapping on his keys, and David Foster Wallace is writing it all down in a rather incoherent manner. I’d love to see that.

  2. PM2

    First time I ever met Mr. Palmer was at Spazio’s outside of L.A. I sat with a table of people and I was talking to the woman who appeared in curlers at the beginning of the “Fresh Prince of Belle Aire”. We were all laughing and having a good time. I looked across the table and saw a man pull out a Pall Mall cigarette. I looked into his eyes and saw the kind of inner light my great-grandfather, Pa, used to shine. I asked him for a smoke. He gave a quick downward nod and handed me one. The woman whispered, “That’s the drummer Earl Palmer. He’s in The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame….” I looked back at Earl, said “Thanks for the smoke.” The night ended and Mr. Palmer said, “I play at ‘Charlie O’s’ on Thursday nights. I saw him many of those times and we’d share smokes during his breaks. We wouldn’t say much. I would pick his brain, yes. Quietly. The best advice I ever received, ever, was when Earl looked down, flat tapped his right foot, brought up and flat tapped his left then up-stepped and flat tapped his right foot. “Earl The Great” looked up at me and said, “That’s all it is…” We sat in silence. Mr. Palmer always wore beautiful shoes. The last time I saw him I was walking out the back door with a food order. I stopped to Earl’s mid-right while he was playing and said, “I Love You.” Earl Palmer sent one nod downward without missing a beat.

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