RECORD STORE TALES MkII: Getting More Tale
#388: Air Drums
Last week I was driving to work, travelling down King St, flash drive in mp3 player, filling the car with Roky Erickson and the Aliens. I consider myself a safe and aware driver (so does my driving record), and I’m always paying attention to what’s around me. I caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of a guy who looked familiar, so at the next red lights, I checked to see if he was my friend Kyle.
No, it wasn’t Kyle…but what I saw was a guy who, in an alternate reality, may have been my soul mate.
There he was in the front seat of his blue Hyundai, so filthy that it initially appeared black, air drumming up a storm!
I couldn’t stop staring for the duration of that red light. He was laying the beat down! He was playing some big fills. I imagined he might have been rocking out to Rush. He was also clearly singing lead vocals as he drummed. His cymbal work was quite good, superior to mine in fact. I admired his technique for a while, before the light turned green.
The gentleman turned off on the westboard 401, while I headed east. I wondered who he was, and if we may have been friends in another lifetime.
I sure have some work to do on my air drumming to get up to his level!