A wise man once said that when it comes to life, there are no guarantees, sometimes less could mean more; more could mean less; something could mean anything; and everything could mean nothing.
Now as I look back, connect the dots and make sense of it, all those timeless perennial questions cascade my thoughts – at this very tragic loss and the more I reflect, I always end up where I started.
I grew up in Block 2, PECHS (Society) and need I say we had a number of really talented musicians out of that area, not sure if it was the air, the water or just the balance of things but it seemed to work and we did have the cream of the crop.
My dear departed friend, lived a couple of blocks from us and we had befriended him at a cricket game, but the thing that glued us together was the music. We had cumulatively built a taste for the music of 60’s and 70’s especially the heavier bands and spent a lot of time listening to these artists.
Trevor was a big Bonham fan, and if you take one listen to Zeppelin’s “Good Times, Bad Times’ you’ll understand why he was so inspired by Bonham. Another drummer he would try to emulate was Ian Paice of Deep Purple fame.
I remember during summer he did attend a music camp at the Christ the King Parish house, where Ronnie D’Souza would teach drums and guitars. He would try and get there early so that he could get some extra time on the kit and would become extremely hyped when it was his turn to play on the drums and do his thing.
He would then come home and simulate a drum set and practice what he had learned. At a very young age he could pick up things easily, for some reason it just came to him naturally. It’s amazing that many of the guys who would eventually turn drummers did not own a kit and yet it did not deter them from learning to play.
Trevor was a free spirit, spoke his mind; had a knack for making friends and for some reason always seemed to come across as the leader of the pack. By the mid 1980’s when we started getting our feet wet in the music circuit, I can honestly say that from the drummers that came out in that window of time, this guy was definitely “Ready to go”.
When we finally hooked up in the ‘Visions’ after stints with different bands, I got to see how well rounded he really was. Trevor was probably one of few very talented drummer’s I had the privilege to play with in Karachi. His drumming skill was just as good as some of Karachi’s current players; he had excellent time and a solid sound. His kick drum was tight and punchy, had a very steady meter and was equally proficient while improvising but what I liked most was his ability to keep his drums always well-tuned.
His working with cover songs was also unique, while most drummers would work songs section by section, Trevor would listen to the songs and count the bars, once he had figured out the beat, he would mentally try to organize the rolls and breaks to close the spaces in each section of the song. From what I observed he played each song on its merit and would never overkill a song. He loved rock and reggae and was in his elements when we covered those genres but was very comfortable with other genres too.
Many people have a preconceived notion that the life of musician is all wine, women & song but reality can bite because when the lights go down and the crowd goes home; that’s when Mr. Reality checks in and many times our demons won’t set us free, and make no mistake we all have skeletons in our closets.
As a friend I found him generous and for some reason had a special respect and regard for Rick and myself. His parents, brothers and sisters are excellent people, who always made us feel welcomed. Trevor’s father is an accomplished table player, who played for Radio Pakistan. His dad is a great resource if you want to understand the deeper music concepts like breaking time/ rhythms.
To a dear friend, an exceptional musician and to all the memories, I hope you find some peace – RIP.
~ Darryl Leachay