Painting Olive Green and the Joy of Drumming

Yesterday I grabbed a paintbrush and changed the color of my bedroom to an olive “GoNOMAD” shade of green. Francisco, my sturdy son-in-law, did most of the work but I helped turn my crappy white walls into a terrific new shade. Today we tackle the harder part of doing the trim in an ivory off white. It was wonderful to see that new color the next day, and hard to believe that in all the years I have lived on Mountain Road I never painted that room. Better late than never!

Then last night I joined Shady, Paul, Joe, Johnny and George to play some tunes in Joe’s studio. I had almost forgotten how much pleasure can be derived from playing music, listening to the collective sounds of a group of musicians and being a part of it. After listening for a while (and beginning to nod my head) it was my turn behind the skins. I kept the beat, and got into the songs and was complimented on my time.

I am always amazed that people notice my time….that it works and that I can play the drums and keep everybody else happy. Drums are like newspaper delivery…you only notice it when it’s not done right. I got into the groove and had a blast!