This first picture was actually sent up to us this Sunday at Elwood's. Part of me wants to have this bravado thing I've carried with me all my life and used in times of confidence crisis that sounds like "Fuck 'em! I'm loud. That's who I am and what you get!". The real me feels bad 'cause I have a real problem getting happy when I play and I just start beating the shit out of my drums. As soon as they were big and famous, nobody ever complained about John Bonham or Keith Moon being loud. And they were. It's widely documented (this is where i break in the line and say i'm not comparing myself to either of those guys/heroes). Last Saturday, I played a gig/party with the White Owls (wet towels) and our guitarist Rick (not that one...the other Rick) let me know quite unabashedly that I was killing his hearing with my Amazing Drumming Style (i added the last part). I really took this to heart and played the rest of the night like a very respectable Holiday Inn Lounge drummer/machine. So to hear the same comments Sunday has me reeling.
What the hell am I gonna do about it? I know the people are right. I am loud. And not so proud. I've got a smaller snare drum I can use and that might help. I know if I start thinking too hard about it, i'll end up playing crummily (?). Any ideas? (and don't say "give up", Pete!) Today was Day 2 of the new job and it's not getting any easier. Not like I expected it to. My feet are hamburgery (?). My back is killing me and I think I'm allergic to ground coffee dust. Last night, I woke up with a sore throat and today I was sneezing. Will somebody turn up the little violins, please! Cry for me, Argentina! OK, how 'bout Apopka? Recently, I had some re-constructive surgery on my face and, for those who know me, I thought i'd post Before and After photos.
1 comment:
Hey, when did you turn into Abe Vigoda?
About the drumming, just become famous like Bonzo and Moonie, problem solved.
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