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Monday, January 31, 2005

I'm gonna be a rock star

Cue: Hyperventilation. Panic. Dizziness. Excitement. Crazy joy.

We just bought this for me:

(Our neighbors are going to hate us. )

So I finally get to fulfill my wildest dream. The first time I sat at a drum kit, and friends taught me an easy beat that could keep time for such songs as "Another One Bites the Dust," I was terrified and exhilarated at the same time. I had never considered learning the drums, because I imagined that everyone wanted to play the drums. Who hasn't daydreamed about that? Well, I guess not everyone does, so perhaps my fantasies of sitting behind the band and kicking out a thumping bass beat for the other musicians was something to consider pursuing.

Tim says I was born a drummer. I think he's full of crap, and is saying that because he thinks I can do anything. But I think, considering how much I want to play, I bet I could become pretty rockin' with some practice.

But I'm terrified, too. We got a pretty incredible deal on the drum set, but they're still very expensive. Probably a foolish purchase for an actor and a social worker. Now I'm under pressure to work really hard at them, in order to justify the price. What if I suck? What if, like most of my musical endeavors, I get really frustrated when I'm not immediately awesome, and want to give up?

But . . . damn. We're going to be a dynamo rhythm section all on our own. We could make any band happy with our bass and drum kit.


Blogger Lauren said...

Your blog looks awesome. By the way, so jealous but so happy for you and your drums.

6:18 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

1. I love your blog.
2. JEALOUS. I so wish I had an instrument, and someone patient to teach me.
3. Don't become a rabbit fuck like *ahem* a lot of other drummers.

8:08 PM  
Blogger joolz said...

Excited about your drums, lady! Also, the new blog is gorgeous.

11:03 AM  
Blogger Olive Juicing said...

I'm so glad, Ellie. You've wanted them forevah!

2:04 PM  
Blogger Meg said...

And I'm glad I'm not your neighbor!

5:44 AM  
Blogger Leanne said...


Dreams really do come true!

7:28 AM  
Blogger cilee said...

Umm, that comment up there? It was me. I thought I had logged out after helping Leanne with her blog. I was wrong.

Sorry Leanne. I'm not trying to play you like that.

7:29 AM  
Blogger metrogeekboy said...

El, thanks for comming by now and again!! You rock star you! Do you have the hair to match. I should send you some drummer jokes I know. And btw, I made it...I'm officially a med student. Life in scrubs sounds pretty good right about now. Thanks for asking!!

10:59 AM  

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