Five for March 25th:
Breakfast Club. Generally speaking, I try to avoid “this makes me feel old” clichés whenever possible. But this makes me feel old.
Rough night. Jane had her worst night in probably six months last night. We’re not sure what it was- overstimulation before bed, night terrors, diaper rash, who knows- but she was up shrieking like a banshee until about 3 am. She was fine this morning and there were no signs of sickness, so hopefully it was an isolated incident.
It begs the question. Would it be considered cheating- or, perhaps, bad form- for a drummer in a Def Leppard tribute band to use both arms? You’ve got to think there’s at least one die-hard Rick Allen fanatic out there tying one arm behind his back for a gig.
Cool stuff. New toy trucks for Jane, Pollo Yucatan, hide and seek, hazelnut coffee, drumming to Powerslave, mini-ramp session tonight, insane Kevin Staab bootleg.
Gnarly weather. Woke up to a nice dusting of snow and frigid temperatures this morning. I made this to celebrate the occasion. This upcoming 60-70 degree weekend cannot get here quickly enough.