I am a drummer.
I fancy myself a pretty good one. I get calls to do a majority of the gigs in my region.
Last year, I spent 6 months filling in for a cover band (March to October really) and they lost their new drummer, who took over for me, so I could focus on my own stuff.
Well I get the call last week, “Hey, new guy quit, we’ve got these dates we need filled, can you do them?” I was able to do all but 2.
As I was on the drums the last couple days, cause I’ve been snowed in, refreshing myself on the tunes, cause it’s been a few months since I’ve played any of them , there are 40 something songs, and I’ve slept since then, I began to think about all the music I’ve learned throughout the years, that I’ve enjoyed. All the places I’ve been BECAUSE of music.
I’ve played Talledega on a race weekend, and met a lot of the drivers. Big name drivers who stood in the crowd amongst us, and listened to the band perform. Sturgis (that was wild) where we had to literally pack up after our set and get back home cause we had double booked the weekend, and had a festival 10 hours away the next day.
I love my life. I’m just so ready to truly find someone to enjoy it, and all the adventures that come with it, with me.