Small drum circle tonight on Mill Ave with friend Kent and his friend Ben. Both good drummers, Ben getting into crazy dueling bongos affair with totally wasted existing drum dude. This guy was so drunk that he shrugged off his drum and passed out on the sidewalk at one point. But then he was back up at it again with glazed face and blazing hands. All good drummers in fact, except for a questionable cowboy who made no sense, spoken or rhythmic. I called him the Marlboro man 'cause of his big ol' mustachio and cowboy hat. Less bad vibes directed towards us than with Hans and Mabe, as rhythm is the most primitive and hard to disagree with form of music, pretty much all the passersby seemed to enjoy it. Some guy sat on Kent's clay drum and broke it in half though, ah life, ah life!
Posted by Alan at July 12, 2003 02:35 AM