They helped me out tremendously, because my next youngest brother was a drummer back when they first started out, and between Neil Peart and Alex Lifeson, we were on a mission. Not only was the band great, but Danny became not just a drummer but a percussionist, following in Neil's footsteps. He practiced about 53 hours a day, so I had a built-in complex metronome to play with that loved the same music I did. Drove my dad nuts to the point where he built what he hoped was going to be a sound-proof room in the basement for us to play in. Of course, it's difficult to hold drums back, so the room failed overall in its primary mission - to make us completely inaudible - but was at least an improvement over playing in the free air of the basement proper.
Danny had a natural talent for percussion and some excellent teachers, and so made great strides. That went on for several years until one day he decided he would rather play guitar. Sold off everything and bought a Fender Twin, an ES-325, and a junk car. To say it was a great disturbance in the force would be a massive understatement. Millions of souls cried out in despair. This was 30+ years ago, and people we know still bitch about it <grin>
Naturally, his guitar playing improved tremendously over the years and he's easy to listen to now, but he really was a true natural when it came to percussion. Guy was like an octopus with a brain dedicated to each limb.
He's got a basement full of exercise machines now that he and his wife are pretty religious about pouring sweat out over, and about six months ago I reminded him of how he had to practically play naked to let all the sweat run off back when he was deep into drums, so he ought to get back into that if for no other reason than the exercise. I may have hit on something there, because he's mentioned more than once now about getting another drum set, only syndrums this time so nobody has to tolerate all that percussion. I hope he does it.