M
Mike_In_KC
Guest
Almost started this with so...
A neighbor stopped me today as I was getting home early from work. Dude is already drinking a beer - it was 1:00 p.m. and a weekday... I know not the worst thing to do and I have also done it before - but this guy lives with a beer in his hand... Anyway I digress.
He tells me he overheard our jam session this weekend and had heard me playing on another occasion- he walks his dog by my house every day, so him over hearing me is not a creeper thing. He went on to tell me he played drums when he was a kid and asked if he could check my kit out. He has been in the house before and is a trusted if not some what annoying man. In hindsight I am not sure why I agreed to let him see my drums but the word hubris comes to mind. I lead him to the basement where my "studio" is and showed him my kit. He kind of walks around it a little, taps gently on the crash cymbal and is obviously wanting to hit them. I broke the tension and offered him to have a go at them - grabbing my sticks and offering him a pair that I have not used (a me thing). Now for the fun part. Dude sits down on the throne - SETS HIS BEER on my floor tom. I interrupt him before he starts playing and ask him to set his beer can on the floor. He kind of spasmodically agreed and put the beer on the floor. He then "played" what is best described as a 20 second grand mal drum solo. He quickly gets up and sheepishly explains that he is rusty... We head upstairs and I lead him out of the house. Before he leaves he tells me he may get a kit and that we should talk shop and hang out more often.
UGH
A neighbor stopped me today as I was getting home early from work. Dude is already drinking a beer - it was 1:00 p.m. and a weekday... I know not the worst thing to do and I have also done it before - but this guy lives with a beer in his hand... Anyway I digress.
He tells me he overheard our jam session this weekend and had heard me playing on another occasion- he walks his dog by my house every day, so him over hearing me is not a creeper thing. He went on to tell me he played drums when he was a kid and asked if he could check my kit out. He has been in the house before and is a trusted if not some what annoying man. In hindsight I am not sure why I agreed to let him see my drums but the word hubris comes to mind. I lead him to the basement where my "studio" is and showed him my kit. He kind of walks around it a little, taps gently on the crash cymbal and is obviously wanting to hit them. I broke the tension and offered him to have a go at them - grabbing my sticks and offering him a pair that I have not used (a me thing). Now for the fun part. Dude sits down on the throne - SETS HIS BEER on my floor tom. I interrupt him before he starts playing and ask him to set his beer can on the floor. He kind of spasmodically agreed and put the beer on the floor. He then "played" what is best described as a 20 second grand mal drum solo. He quickly gets up and sheepishly explains that he is rusty... We head upstairs and I lead him out of the house. Before he leaves he tells me he may get a kit and that we should talk shop and hang out more often.
UGH