The night I finished the mantra portion of my ngondro, a friend and I went to Jazz Alley in Seattle to hear Jerry play with Mose Allison. In the middle of one number, Jerry's drumstick broke. There came a slight smile, he tossed aside the remaining stick and just continued on with his bare hands. During the intermission he told me - laughing at the memory - that when he'd finished his own mantra practice, the Dorje Loppon had made him do them all over again.