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“Danny really delivers in this autobiography: The tale of his rise from Chicago gang thug to accomplished professional drummer makes a fascinating first act that leads to the globe-trotting, arena-filling years of Chicago's rule (alongside but over Blood, Sweat & Tears) of rock band with horns and a jazz bent.

The tragedies and excess and eventual ousting lead to the most personal third act: Seraphine alone and struggling to find himself personally and professionally, which he does.”

–Tom Schulte “Goodreads”

Excerpt from the book:

“I looked out over the faces of the crowd as they held anything over their heads for protection against the driving rain.  The skies had opened up and it was a full-on downpour.  Thunder clapped and lightning flashed over the audience. 

Suddenly I felt a fluttering sensation coming from the front of my scalp. Earlier that day, I had decided to go with the tape and not the glue.  Well, the double-sided tape was beginning to lose its hold and detach from my hairpiece.  An almost debilitating fear came over me.  I tried to throw a hand up to my head during a drum fill to press the tape back down, but I couldn’t do it.  I tried a second time, but still didn’t solve the problem.  Alert the control tower, I thought. My beloved hairpiece is preparing for takeoff.

It got to the point where I was basically playing drums one-handed with the other hand holding my hair in place.  I envisioned the nightmare of my hairpiece flying off of my head in slow motion and being carried out into the audience by the wind…”

--From Street Player: My Chicago Story by Danny Seraphine

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