Andy
Honorary Member
I played a big gig on Saturday night. For nearly three numbers, I had a wasp on my nose, then my ear, then doing spiral acrobatics in front of my eyes. At key moments, I would put one stick under my arm, then try to swat the little &^%$. I was also blowing at the offending insect in a pathetic attempt to stop him landing on my face again. This got a great comedy audience reaction. Eventually, the little &*^%&^ landed on a splash cymbal. Aha, now you're mine! I went for him, but to no avail. Then another cymbal, then another, then another. Suddenly, I was aware that my performance was getting a bit cymbal happy.
Anyhow, it flew off after a while. Later, the other drummers complimented me on not dropping a single beat and some amazing cymbal syncopation. Given some other substantial distractions at that gig, I thought I did well to hold it together.
Anyhow, it flew off after a while. Later, the other drummers complimented me on not dropping a single beat and some amazing cymbal syncopation. Given some other substantial distractions at that gig, I thought I did well to hold it together.