paradiddle, paradiddle, paradiddle, diddle
It's only February and already drum speak has taken over my mind. In between camps that's pretty much what I've been doing-practicing, practicing and yes, practicing some more. This is my first year playing bass drum and I've got a long way to go to make the line. Even though I've been told I'm in, I want to feel that I've earned the spot. I guess it's like most things in life you achieve-you crave that feeling of accomplishment. Kind of like learning a show in the winter and come Labor Day weekend you look back and go holy cow, look how far we came!! Tonight I'm at work killing time and one of my friends says to me you're walking around aimlessly with something on your mind. I said I know, I'm practicing. He just smiles and says o.k. Yeah, it may have looked strange, but I didn't care I have drum speak on the brain!
posted by Matt at 1:29 AM
5 Comments:
MAtt,
I didn't tell you you were "in" the bass line. I was referring to our cookie sales in April. You are "in" the team of people who have to bake all the cookies.
Sorry for the confusion.
Lee
heh. :)
in the cookie team lolololo holy shit thats funny lolololol
guess i better study up on betty crocker recipies!
Congrats, Matt! Don't forget us lowly cymbal players now that you've hit the big time ;-).
Remember, I like chocolate chip, but no macadamias in those bad boys. ;-)
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