The Drummer.

Where to begin?

I decided that I should write something. This, of course, requires a bit of creativity. See, I don’t actually know what I’m going to write about.

Allow me to suck on my Stick of Imagination +3.

I’ve got a whole list of things that need to be written. But, they need to be written. That means I pretty much don’t want to do them. I don’t want to do anything that needs to be done.

Right at this moment in my life, I have many things that need to be done. Writing should not be one of those things, at this moment in time. Writing should be something that I want to do.

No, no… I still have no idea what I’m going to write about – but I have a vague starting point! Get in, we’re going on an adventure!

First, I’d like you to stop and think back…

Think back as far as you can…

Have you ever seen @crazy_eyes say, “That sounds like a horrible idea! Don’t do that. That’s just retarded!”? (Yes, I just looked that punctuation up in a style guide.)

I haven’t. Well, I’m pretty sure I haven’t.

I’ve never even heard them say, “That might not be a good idea.”

I suspect he’s the kinda guy that’d hop into the car if I showed up and said, “Get in, we’re going on an adventure!”

And that’s wonderful!

In fact, I have a new @crazy_eyes adventure that just needs to be edited up.

I’m pretty sure we just went over how I currently feel about doing things that need to be done. That will save some time.

So, that’s not what I’m going to write about – but it would have been a pretty sweet intro to that story.

Moving on…

A comment from @COF made me think that there are some relative unknowns, by even the people I speak with frequently. I work hard to keep this site relatively disconnected from the band. There are lots of things I don’t share.

I’ll try to explain what I mean!

When I say, “the drummer,” it doesn’t really paint a picture for you. You know very little about him. There is no context.

So, I am going to tell you a bit about him. Well, more accurately, I’m going to send him a text and ask him if it’s okay that I do so. I will start writing it, and it’ll get published if he allows it.

About ‘The Drummer.’

In the mid-1980s, two young people were possibly in love or, more probably, intoxicated. With bad 80s radio music, perhaps even Cindi Lauper, they had the awkward sex that only teens have.

After an appropriate gestation period for a normal human, the man known simply as The Drummer was brought into this world by normal means.

I know this stuff because I’ve met his mother. Okay, I might be extrapolating, but my point remains the same! He started out perfectly normal.

Nobody is sure where things started to go wrong. His mother is a wonderful lady and I’m positive she tried to get him to make better choices. His mother has even been to my house. I’ve danced with his mother.

At an early age, he played polite instruments – like a viola and a trumpet. Like most kids, he did it not because he wanted to, but because it was either expected or required by the school.

That did not last long.

He did discover that he enjoyed banging on stuff rhythmically. I’m assured that he banged on anything, having no drums and no skill of measurable worth.

In middle school, the band program offered percussion. His mother agreed to this, provided he’d practice in the garage or use practice pads inside. Such seems to be the way of many drummers.

Being fond of bad choices, The Drummer decided one drum was not enough.

He moved through the various drums, meandered off to band camp, worked to buy a drum kit, etc…

That kept him pretty occupied with his youth and he became a young adult.

That moment came when he had to decide what to do with his life and he went to college for some business degree. He dropped out when he got his girlfriend pregnant and went to work.

Having no degree, and no skills of measurable worth other than drumming, he picked up a bunch of jobs he was ill-suited for. He’s worked everything from fast food to construction.

Put it this way…

He has been fired from a job working at a music store.

To earn extra money, which should sound familiar, he also joined a band as a drummer. He’s been in quite a few bands since.

His wife is a wonderful lady who actually did get her degree. Their children are also wonderful.

So isn’t The Drummer, but I’m not going to admit it.

Anyhow, he’s a passionate player. He has some pretty good qualifications and is very reliable.

He’s the one that is closest to my age. If I had to pick just one band member to say is next in charge, it’d be him – and yes, bands need leaders/herders.

He’s kinda a hipster. I think he’d be happiest in an upscale jazz quintet, or something.

I’ll sometimes introduce him in various silly ways, like, “He once killed a charging rhino while wearing nothing but a loin cloth and wielding nothing but a drum stick, it’s [redacted]!” He will then play something appropriate sounding, as is the way of our people.

The good news is that, over the years, he’s managed to accumulate a very nice kit and it is well maintained. He knows what he’s doing.

It’s also not a job he hates. He enjoys all this work. He’s good at it. He also enjoys the shows where we are given lots of attention. He’s good at PR type of stuff and just chilling with people.

And, he’s hungry. I don’t mean hungry for food, I mean hungry for success. He’s not actually starving. He does, in fact, have food.

He’s hungry for the sound of the audience. He’s hungry for a better standard of living. He’s hungry for the chance to do what he loves for a living.

Which is right where he should be.

He has, after all, the tools to do so. He knows this. He enjoys this. He values this. He does his job quite well. It pains me to admit it, but he is pretty good.

Note: It doesn’t really pain me to admit it. I’m just not ever supposed to speak highly of the drummer (or the bassist). The reality is, it’s an honor to play with all of them.


Even a bad day on the job is pretty awesome.

Anyhow, there’s a bit more about performing – something you’d probably never see, unless you were a performer. That’s what the internal reality is. That’s The Drummer, from another angle.

I’d say that I’ll do more of these to cover more band members, but I’m not prepared to obligate myself to doing so. I’m also not sure who will want that done for them and I respect their thoughts and feelings. Until next time…

Shut up and play us a song!

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2 thoughts on “The Drummer.”

  1. Dr. Buddha, how is the recovery going? I haven’t seen you around so I felt compelled to check your site even with my busy schedule studying insurance law. Like seriously are you gonna be okay? I haven’t spoke with you since that one night on Also still have my first pick. I’ve worn the letters off it but I still have it. I’ll be damned if I lose it. Anyway I get it if you don’t want to be on poal, but I still want to know if you are doing okay. Let me know via email or something.

    1. I’m recovering. It’s just slow and painful. Thanks for asking!

      Also, Poal doesn’t work well on a tablet and I spend a lot of time moving from position to position, which kinda needs a tablet. When I’m sitting at a keyboard, which is where Poal works, I’m usually occupied and don’t have huge blocks of time. It’s nothing more than that and that the drek I’ve been writing isn’t worth sharing on multiple sites.

      I’m still getting my writing shoes on.

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