She Bangs the Drums

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Bart and I did some press first thing in the morning without Ziggy, who was supposedly sleeping in, and Chris and Trackie came along, which I thought was a bit odd, but I eventually figured out from the conversation that the place we were going was somewhat convenient to a drum store.

We were at the radio station for a little over an hour, and then a local journalist took us to a place for breakfast and interviewed us while we ate. The drum place was called Waddell’s and I think we were also killing time until they opened. We were in a hired van, which made a lot more sense than trying to take a gigantic tour bus around, Probably the cost of hiring the van was cheaper than the gas, not to mention saving the trouble of finding a place to park a forty-foot long vehicle.

Waddell’s was cool. The owner was a guy named Gary, but he wasn’t there at the time. I didn’t catch the name of the guy who helped out, but he and Trackie knew each other from some gig or something. Now it all made sense why we were here, now.

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