Chapter 10, Part 2: "1991"

It was really bad... After all, it wasn't his right hand—the one mostly used for hi-hat pumping—that got injured, but his left hand—the one used to hit the snare! This severely devalued our entire enterprise—I understood that perfectly well even back then, but what could we do? We started reproaching our newly minted defender of rock 'n' roll, like, well, what now? How are you going to play? You can't even hold your sticks... In response, Yura pulled out his sticks, got into position, and waved them around—see, he says, I'm waving them just fine, even though it was visible how much effort it cost him. But what else could we do? We headed out. Accordingly—to ensure the plane didn't crash—well, just like clockwork...