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Old 09-21-2010, 01:21 PM
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Default Re: A drummer's story- A novel by drummerworld.

It was a hot & lazy summer afternoon. I could hear a muffled roar from the basement. My brothers band was practicing. I was never allowed in. But I'd always open the door just a crack and the sound would thunder out. His band was terrible but it was an incredible sound. Deep and powerful and physical, it would always hit me square in the face.

At the center of this sound was a shiny, sparkly, blue Slingerland which was being pounded by Joshua, the thinnest, pimpliest, nerdiest nerd in my brother's class, but man, he could play those Slingies...


As the hot and lazy summer afternoon transformed into a dark and stormy night, the roar continued. The boys were in the zone and as the strange smell in the basement filled my nostrils I watched transfixed; it was as if I could see the sound pouring from the Marshall stacks. It was a kind of greeny-purpley orange. Very cool.

A knock at the door.

It went unnoticed.

Loud banging on the door.

"CYRIL! NEVILLE! PERCY! JOSH! OPEN UP!!"

"Alex, see what Dad wants, willya?"

I got up and opened the door for them. Delegation. The youngest opens the door.

Dad looked a bit pale. "Mr Obdurat next door is here with a policeman ..."
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