Well, we had a bit of a gathering on Monday. We were a bit short on numbers: the much-anticipated new drummer couldn't make it, nor could Dave. One yoof is still playing entierre la salchicha , so the remaining five of us did a run-through of the set list, just to clear the cobwebs.
It turned into 'open drum nite', where we all (except the one who was feeling a bit male-PMT) thought we'd have a go spanking those skins. It's not as easy as it looks, is it? Tessa did best, it was decided, although she collapsed with exhaustion halfway through her turn. Johnny 'hot fingers' Flindt managed one half-hearted track on the high-hat, before heading off to bed. (Since then he has collapsed with the first uber-cold of the season, so we'll let him off.)
A couple of oldies tried; the problem arises when, after a few bars of tapping along successfully with the beat, a wave of confidence strikes, and you try to introduce another part of the kit. Result: disaster.
We eagerly await next Monday - the new drummer perhaps?
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