Sammi Shredd
Junior Member
*warning!* This discussion is only for the most fabulous rock stars, as that involves glittery details of the glamorous lifestyle.
While on tour in 2003 I partied so hard and hauled so many Marshall stacks that I found myself in a hospital getting my butthole sliced open for hemmorhoid surgery. Ah! The glories of guitar that were not mentioned in the magazines I read as a teen!
Aside from that episode it's been no more than a minor nuisance ever since.
I turned 40 in august and decided it was time for change. I sold my guitar gear, bought a drum kit and started a new band. I LOVE PLAYING DRUMS. I practice about nine hours a day and it is coming along great. But oh my what a "pain in the butt" it has become.
I was assured (ass-ured?) that The Porkpie was the best and most comfortable drum throne I could get and, well, it really burns my bottom that I paid so much money for this torture device that feels like I'm sitting in the lap of my prison-boyfriend. To make matters worse a few days ago a new kind of pain started farther up in a secret place I won't even mention. It is a crippling agony that I've never felt before, and so I'm going to the doctor today. I don't want to hear this "you'll never play drums again" garbage because its the crowning joy of my midlife crisis and now that I've started drumming I'll NEVER stop.
So. Hi! Cool story huh?
Any thoughts from the peanut gallery about better drum thrones? Or any advice at all how to play drums without dying from complications? I would love to hear it.
While on tour in 2003 I partied so hard and hauled so many Marshall stacks that I found myself in a hospital getting my butthole sliced open for hemmorhoid surgery. Ah! The glories of guitar that were not mentioned in the magazines I read as a teen!
Aside from that episode it's been no more than a minor nuisance ever since.
I turned 40 in august and decided it was time for change. I sold my guitar gear, bought a drum kit and started a new band. I LOVE PLAYING DRUMS. I practice about nine hours a day and it is coming along great. But oh my what a "pain in the butt" it has become.
I was assured (ass-ured?) that The Porkpie was the best and most comfortable drum throne I could get and, well, it really burns my bottom that I paid so much money for this torture device that feels like I'm sitting in the lap of my prison-boyfriend. To make matters worse a few days ago a new kind of pain started farther up in a secret place I won't even mention. It is a crippling agony that I've never felt before, and so I'm going to the doctor today. I don't want to hear this "you'll never play drums again" garbage because its the crowning joy of my midlife crisis and now that I've started drumming I'll NEVER stop.
So. Hi! Cool story huh?
Any thoughts from the peanut gallery about better drum thrones? Or any advice at all how to play drums without dying from complications? I would love to hear it.