Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for January 22, 1978
Jimmy: "Fretman Sam... he swears he learned it all by rote! Fretman Sam... but now they pay him by the note!" Okay, Pooh, count it down. Voice: Right! One, two, three! Noise: Bam! Boom - chucka! Boom! Chucka! Rat-a-tat! Jimmy: Oh, for the love of... Man: Nice tempo, man. Sounds like street repairs. Noise: Bammity-swish! Bammity-boom! Jimmy: Pooh? Voice: Yeah, Jim? Jimmy: May I ask what you're doing, Pooh? Voice: I'm floating with the universe, man. Jimmy: Floating with the universe. I should have known. Man: Well, he is non-union, man. Noise: Bammity! Bammity! Pow! Whap! Whap! Jimmy: Pooh, are you expected back soon? Man: Maybe if we only let him use one stick... Voice: Bad news, guys! My snare drum's melting!