Needs More Cowbell

We believe, so we're misled
We assume, so we're played

For the past year and a half-ish, I've been following a budding passion of mine. Drumming. I suppose music in general would be a more apt choice of words.

I've always loved music, for as long as I can remember. and as I get older, the joy I derive from such pleasures only seems to increase. When I was very young (much too young to appreciate it) I played piano for a year. In hindsight, I wish I'd stuck with it. On a side note, anyone willing to teach, I'm willing to learn, should the opportunity present.

I also recall in my teens, I gave guitar a go. However, I must admit, I felt no connection with the instrument. And so I gifted the pair I had to worthy recipients.

For years, I wanted to learn to drum. It was one of my goals in life. I always procrastinated, though. I suppose I felt it was something I would pursue after I left the north (8 years and counting) and thus put it to the back of my mind.

A couple of years back, there was some.....we'll call it trauma, in my life. And while not a fun time (UNDERSTATEMENT), it served to enlighten and make me realize that if there is something one wishes to do, then do it. What the hell are you waiting for?

Some time later, I purchased my kit. It's a very nice electronic kit (Roland TD....something or whatever the fuck if any of you care). I would love to have an actual kit, but, having a roommate as well as folk above, I thought it best not to be a complete asshole. It doesn't sacrifice much, I'm happy to report. Sound quality is phenomenal. It has a myriad of different types of drum kits programmed in. Can be played wearing headphones or slots into an amp (or even speakers) at the drop of a hat. Admittedly it lacks a few of the nuances of 'real' kits, but not many. I am very pleased (and slightly enamored) with it.

Now, my point. Sometimes I have those!

About a week ago, I got to put one of its perks to use and transport it to a friends place for the purposes of jamming. Save for one drunken evening while in Newfoundland this past summer, I have not had the pleasure of jamming with others. And I have never done so with my own baby. What's the aforementioned perk? With the exception of a few peripherals (throne, pedals, bass) I can carry this thing with little fuss and fit it in most vehicles.

To the good stuff.....

The jam was the epitome of goodness. We broke out some old favorites. Did some improvisation and all in all had an awesome time. They are both supremely talented musicians (and in the case of Nicole, a vocalist with talent to spare). Me? I'm a learning drummer with modest ability. I did my best to not incur their wrath and savage beatings that would have no doubt included a guitar. That shit would hurt!

I'm sincerely hoping that the next opportunity doesn't wait too long to come along. Or maybe I'll just kidnap them and force them to play at my whim.....

On a side note. Don't be surprised if you don't hear from me a while. Not only do I have a work trip coming up but there's also a change of address looming and thus....I will be busy. The latter may work to your advantage as I purge crap that I no longer require. However, for some, it may also mean that your assistance and muscles (or lack thereof) may be called into service (not you Shinkicker, you're gimpy).

If I don't return, avenge my death! 

We confide, so we're deceived
We trust, so we're betrayed