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...I just can't live without gear-o-hol.
First of all, I want to appologize to my fellow gear-o-holics for the smug, superior attitude that began to take hold of me during my short lived attempt at gear hoarding self restraint. I laughed that evil laugh at you my brothers and sisters and your weakness while reading your "I didn't mean to buy all this stuff" threads. Of course I was in denial, even going so far as to try selling two of my kits, one on consignment, the other through a local internet buy and sell. Karma, being that great cruel equalizer was about to expose me for the gear whore that I am.
It was around this time last year that my favorite local drum shop brought in a DW classic five piece one up two down poplar/mahogany/maple monster, dressed seductively in what I call beige marine pearl. These drums would whisper to me siren like every time I passed them. Unlike Odysseus, or the sailors of the Odyssey, there was no need to fill my ears with wax, or lash myself to the mast, as the price was enough to keep me away.
That began to change a few months ago when they adjusted the price to where it began to orbit planet reality. Whispers turned to shouts, shouts turned to full blown megaphones, and claxon horns untill the deafening roar completely eroded what was left of my nearly non existant self control. I looked to the Angel on my right for that last voice of reason, but she was looking through my work schedule to see how much overtime I would need to make this happen. No help was forth coming. I was going to post a should I or shouldn't I thread on here, but I was afraid that somebody would actually talk me off of the ledge. Once again, no help was forth coming.
Yesterday I collected the tiger ash kit that I had on cosignement, and accidently stopped at the other shop, accidently letting it slip that I would be interested in a posible trade, all of this by accident of course. Long story short, today a deal was worked out, and on Friday I go to pick up four out of five of my new drums. Due to a lack of shop space, all but the 12x8 tom are in their wharehouse. As I write, the 12x8 is sitting on my kit, as I could not wait to get it home, and give it a bit of a test drive.
On first hit, it was aural sex.
Pictures and more to follow.
Barry
First of all, I want to appologize to my fellow gear-o-holics for the smug, superior attitude that began to take hold of me during my short lived attempt at gear hoarding self restraint. I laughed that evil laugh at you my brothers and sisters and your weakness while reading your "I didn't mean to buy all this stuff" threads. Of course I was in denial, even going so far as to try selling two of my kits, one on consignment, the other through a local internet buy and sell. Karma, being that great cruel equalizer was about to expose me for the gear whore that I am.
It was around this time last year that my favorite local drum shop brought in a DW classic five piece one up two down poplar/mahogany/maple monster, dressed seductively in what I call beige marine pearl. These drums would whisper to me siren like every time I passed them. Unlike Odysseus, or the sailors of the Odyssey, there was no need to fill my ears with wax, or lash myself to the mast, as the price was enough to keep me away.
That began to change a few months ago when they adjusted the price to where it began to orbit planet reality. Whispers turned to shouts, shouts turned to full blown megaphones, and claxon horns untill the deafening roar completely eroded what was left of my nearly non existant self control. I looked to the Angel on my right for that last voice of reason, but she was looking through my work schedule to see how much overtime I would need to make this happen. No help was forth coming. I was going to post a should I or shouldn't I thread on here, but I was afraid that somebody would actually talk me off of the ledge. Once again, no help was forth coming.
Yesterday I collected the tiger ash kit that I had on cosignement, and accidently stopped at the other shop, accidently letting it slip that I would be interested in a posible trade, all of this by accident of course. Long story short, today a deal was worked out, and on Friday I go to pick up four out of five of my new drums. Due to a lack of shop space, all but the 12x8 tom are in their wharehouse. As I write, the 12x8 is sitting on my kit, as I could not wait to get it home, and give it a bit of a test drive.
On first hit, it was aural sex.
Pictures and more to follow.
Barry