--- Now playing in the Cake Eater Office.
Which, I'm sure, is driving the husband nuts. I can feel his hackles rising. He hates Prince.
This was intentional on my part. It's payback. And for him, I'm sure, it's a bitch.
You don't have to watch Dynasty to have an attitude! This will
teach him, however, not to download Rush drum solos. Ditto for Alex Van
Halen solos. And to subsequently drag out his unloved sticks and to
start banging along with whatshisname and Alex---while lagging behind
by a half beat. (To be fair---it's pretty amazing that he's only
lagging behind by a half-beat considering he hasn't played for ten
years. Alex and whatshisname are damn quick.)
I know the guy just wants another drum kit (he sold the one he did have
to pay for school), and I will oblige him because he's talented and
because he likes to play the drums, but damnit! His birthday isn't
until the end of July. There isn't a damn thing I can do about the
problem until then because I have to start collecting the egg cartons
that are needed for the soundproofing. It's one thing to drive me nuts.
It's another thing entirely to drive the entire neighborhood nuts, not
to mention the very nice people who share this fine house with us.
Patience, grasshopper!
Semi-related note to self: figure out what a snap repeater is and price
it.