Tuesday, January 8, 2008

I miss a lot things.

I don't reminisce often - I don't see the need. Living in the past is just a lousy excuse for not having a future. But, every now and again, I look back, like most of us, and just shake my head.

I miss my long hair. I always wore a hat and matted it down, but my golden locks were glorious. Fabio had nothing on it.

I miss playing drums. Man, I used to be a gunslinger on my Pearl customs. Over the years, interest waned and boredom sat in, eventually killing my desire to tap-tap-tap for hours on end. My fiancee recently bought me Rock Band for Xbox 360, complete with a small electric drum kit.

If anyone out there has played Guitar Hero, you know that the game's "guitar" is nothing like a real one. But, the drums in Rock Band mimic real drums surprisingly well. It comes complete with a foot pedal, too.

Playing the little plastic set saddens me, because I traded my Vic Firth sticks in a long time ago and sold my set to the highest bidder (literally, I sold it to some guy in Washington on eBay).

Dang. I want to re-buy a set and get back in to the swing of things. It would help the recording quality of my music, but it's an expensive endeavor. I could always skip the acoustic set and go electric, but I'm not sure how that would look once I got back into live shows.

Eh. I should just take up basket weaving like everyone else.

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