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Post by kim on Apr 9, 2011 12:51:58 GMT -5
As much as I like drums in music and always have...as it's always been about the beat for me...Why is it that I never became a famous drummer?
Well, no need to discuss any further...
Simply put, when my mom would slap on the Beatles when I was a 4-5 year old kid, hammering away on a little orange beach pail with her knitting needles, she knew I had it in me...and apartment living just would'n't accommodate the noise factor, therefore, no drums for this boy!!!
So there you have it!
No need to Google it...hell, no need to even respond...other than to say that I feel ripped off and denied from something that I may have had fun doing.
Shit, when I was 5, I wanted to be Ringo when I grew up...DOH!
These days, I'm just happy to be invited up on to the dance floor and shake my arse in the hopes that I hit something and make a noise?
Thanks Kim
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Post by Trexx on Apr 11, 2011 21:00:20 GMT -5
Do you want me to make a voodoo doll of your Mom for a lil' payback?
;D
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