10.03.05

Category: dribblings

my brother bought me a drum for my birthday. it’s a djembe but it’s not hippy. it’s glossy and needs stickers all over it. so ladt night my dad and i are “jamming” in the loosest sense possible. he only knows the 12 bar blues and i have no idea how to play a drum. it sounded great.

no, it didn’t.

but we had fun anyway. he asks me, “what’s the name of our band?”
“oh, we’re a band now?”
“of course.”
“okay.”
“i can get us a gig at the Holy House.”
“hee. that would be a sweet gig. somehow i don’t think they’d like it.”
“yeah. hey, i know what the band name is.”
“you do?”
“Randi-Danielle and the Popsicles.”
“BAHahahahahahahaha!”
“see, Popsicles is plural so when we add more people we don’t have to change the name.”
“oh that’s perfect.”
“can you sing?”
“not at all, you?”
“nope.”
“we’re screwed.”

this evening mom says, “you guys played your music for along time last night.”
“sorry mom.”
“we didn’t play that long.”
“yeah well, when i went to bed you were playing guitar and jaimie was pounding the drum.”
“yeah?”
“…”
“well i’m laying there and then all of a sudden, well, …who was playing the tambourine?”
“oh, that was dad. he was kind of, kicking it with his foot.”
“great, are you two having “band practice” tonight?”

mom is our number one fan.

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