Buckets and Pots…Check.
Sticks….Check.
I thought I was ready, I had everything I needed.
As I was unloading my buckets from the car I was talking down about
“Club” drummers (Anyone who doesn’t play on the street).
Since I’ve only played on the street once I was including my past self.
As I was doing this I was calling them Whimps and Snobs.
Then it started to get cold and I thought “maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
I pull my buckets apart and suddenly it cut my hands…
OWWW!
“Now it’s definitely not a good idea to play tonight” I thought.
So, I went home.
