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I'm a dork, and more TRF thoughts
Oct. 11th, 2007 01:17 pmI went Scottish Country Dancing last night, and had a great time. The only downside is that it is 48 miles away. Everyone was very friendly and Texan, and I love how so many had their own characteristic dance flourishes. My favorite dancer of the evening was the guy who kind of reminded me of the innkeeper from the original Wicker Man - he had both the cocky attitude and the scary hair.
This show will be the last one for one of our drummers, as he's going to go and focus on being a soccer dad. I love his rhythms, so I'm going to try and make it to as many drum jams as I have the energy for. Where, oh where, have all the drummers gone?
And drums are calling to me more. We'll see what develops there.
It was interesting to watch how the drum jam developed on Sunday night. I was there shortly after Soccer Dad got there, and we were all alone for almost an hour. Then a local from Scarborough showed up, and he supported the rhythm excellently, and then one dready hippie boy tried to follow Soccer Dad beat for beat, which didn't come across very well. Then two more drummers of high renown showed up, and things got too complicated for me to follow.
I was hanging out in the Bermuda Triangle on Monday morning, and someone came up and explained that the reason why she was wearing her Catskills was because she was still breaking them in, and it wasn't because she was "one of those... what do we call them? Dorks?" So, she's not on my list of folks to hang out with more.
This show will be the last one for one of our drummers, as he's going to go and focus on being a soccer dad. I love his rhythms, so I'm going to try and make it to as many drum jams as I have the energy for. Where, oh where, have all the drummers gone?
And drums are calling to me more. We'll see what develops there.
It was interesting to watch how the drum jam developed on Sunday night. I was there shortly after Soccer Dad got there, and we were all alone for almost an hour. Then a local from Scarborough showed up, and he supported the rhythm excellently, and then one dready hippie boy tried to follow Soccer Dad beat for beat, which didn't come across very well. Then two more drummers of high renown showed up, and things got too complicated for me to follow.
I was hanging out in the Bermuda Triangle on Monday morning, and someone came up and explained that the reason why she was wearing her Catskills was because she was still breaking them in, and it wasn't because she was "one of those... what do we call them? Dorks?" So, she's not on my list of folks to hang out with more.
