sigh the world seems alive with anything but springtime
it’s fucking hot, getting worse
sigh the world seems alive with anything but springtime
it’s fucking hot, getting worse
Reading Andrew’s post this morning about The Art of the Fill reminded me of a neat thing that happened a few weeks ago. I thought I’d share.
I wrote this on April 30th, 2010, so forgive the present verb tenses:
I had to go to the Claymont post office today to mail some stuff. As I was walking out, I heard some music blasting from someone’s car stereo. I walked through the parking lot towards my car, and I saw a mid-20s guy with long hair sitting in his beater with the windows down, unabashedly rocking out to In the Air Tonight. He was waiting for the big drum fill of awesomeness, and he was singing along in full voice, shamelessly.
I smiled to myself at his I-don’t-care-who’s-watching groove, and I walked to my car. But then I thought hmmmm… wait a minute.
I turned on my heels walked over to his open drivers side window about 35 seconds before the big drum fill (Well I remember…and I remember don’t worry…), and as he looked up at me I said, “Dude, I just need to hear the drum fill.” He gave me that 100% acceptance nod because he totally knew that this was a necessity. It wasn’t weird at all; no pretense. It just was two people about to ROCK.
And then… “The hurt doesn’t show; but the pain still grows / It’s no stranger to you or me!”
DUD-DAT, DUD-DAT, DUD-DAT, DUD-DAT, DJAT! DJAT! / DOOM dugga djat-jat etc. etc…
I played some delicious air drums! He banged on the steering wheel!
And after a few seconds of the chorus had passed, I said “Thank you!” and he said, “Right on!” and I walked to my car to drive away, both of us wearing doofy grins of pure happy.
By the time I got my car started and my seatbelt on, the guy had gotten out of his car and walked over to mine to wave goodbye.
That was it.
I love people.
So with that said, what are your favorite drum fills? You know, the ones where you can’t turn off the song until you’re basking in the drumfill afterglow? These don’t have to be epic “quaalude thunder” fills; I also wanna know about the delicate pizzelles of drum fills.
What else?
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summer is peeping his wee head through these rainy southern Californian clouds today
soon, my soon will he be here
the finale to Lost struck a frightfully spiritual chord with me, but I would argue that the device used to conclude the series had nothing to do with the series
anyway
Greetings from lovely Southern California
To quote Will Ferrell portraying Alex Trebek, I was hoping we could have a fun-filled evening with a “minimum of ethnic slurs.”
I’m not sure how the John Waters came out on the video; I shaved the rest of it promptly after shutting off the camera
things are well in the San Fernando Valley