“I don’t know, but I sure don’t care about my sandwich anymore.”

I think this video is brilliant.  I’ve been neglecting this blog a bit of late.  I’ve been busy with my band and a project I’m working on for a client.  The anticipation to see Beyoncé and Fleetwood Mac in concert soon is fabulous.  I’m so excited I can barely stand it.  I’m struggling with anxiety, but it’s not getting me down.  I’m too happy.  Yay.

I haven’t managed to go more than about an hour without thinking, I can’t believe I’m going to be in the same room with Beyoncé and Stevie Nicks.  Not at the same time.  I don’t want my head to explode and make a mess.  Plus, I’m still using it.  I’m giddy all day every day since I found out.  I think it might be annoying my cat, though.  I’m compelled to inform her several times a day that I’m going to be in the same room with Beyoncé and Stevie Nicks.

happy puppy

My band has decided I’m The Grinning Drummer.  Mostly because it seems I’m unable to look moody unless that mood is joyous.  In my defense, hitting drums with sticks is wicked fun.  I highly recommend it.  I’m not allowed to ask if I’m a drummer yet anymore.  Evidently, I’ll know when I cross the threshold between poser and drummer.  I’ll update when it occurs.  In my training, I’m learning the blues.

Next is country, then rock, then metal.  My dream is to be the drummer for Evanescence or any solo projects with Amy Lee.  Which means any genre that interests her at the time.  Her fan base probably evolves as often as she does, but I know there must be others like me who follow the spark behind it all.  She fascinates me.  I’m still awed by Synthesis.  I don’t think I’ll live long enough to tire of it.  I’m off to play the violin to some cows.

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