“What, is this a seminal moment in your life?” the guy (who knew of Hamilton College because he had seen Rush play in Utica–woah, multi-time Rush concert-goers…you have to be leery of those folks, eh?!) picking up the drums asked when i was taking pictures of the thing being disassembled.
Well, kind of, I’m no longer rock and roll. Not that I ever really was. But this makes it official. No longer having drums in my living room has to indicate something. I blame that I’m trying to make it less cluttered. And, too, having played the drums one last time in anticipation of selling them, I realized that it was probably a pretty good idea. I was never that good, but now, I was pretty much just bad. Like quick, witty scathing remarks that come to you the next day…I was a much better drummer in my head than in the sound part. Although, have to give a shout out and non-literal drum stick throw to the crowd and mention Vegetarian Meat, The Pantheistic Surfers, Stoney Maloney and the Woo-Hoos, the Ski Vidergoende Russ Revue Band, and a few other bands I’ve been lucky enough to tolerate my drumming through the years.
Maybe having a pair of skateboards and the SuperSac staged in the entry way to the house will help me keep some street cred intact.