Happy drumming

I have a friend who's an excellent drummer. He's so good, he's infectious. It's pretty hard to not drum when he's drumming, and it's not just me that's saying so. Our weekly drumming circle, "Drumgasm," seems to be catching on, with more and more drummers showing up. It's also attracted dancers. And you know, I can't really tell the difference between drummers and dancers, it all kind of becomes one big groove. Tupelo living room now rocks weekly on Tuesday evenings around 8pm, going until we drop (which seems to be about 10:30). If we get too big for Tupelo, we'll go outside and then we'll drum with the whole world.

Yesterday it was particularly important for me to drum, as I was depressed after getting a speeding ticket from a Waynesboro city cop. I don't mind contributing financially to worthy institutions, but I don't like highway robbery. I was breaking, which the cop couldn't see because he clocked me going the other direction on a two-way street. I was going 40 in a work zone usually posted at 35, but was 25 for the approaching construction. It was just past the sign, and I was coming off the highway. The cop's a jerk, but no more than the system he's working for. I tried to think of a time when a cop helped me out -- any cop, any cop at all -- and I couldn't. I'm sure there's been a time, I just can't think of it, it's not in my mind anywhere. Maybe when I was little? I try to be nice to them anyway. They're the ones with the guns, after all. Apparantly, there are civilized countries where cops don't have guns.

I was in Waynesboro cleaning and fluxing copper pipe for control boards for solar energy heating systems. Earthstar is the name of the biz, and there's a bunch of Oakers interested in solar heating. The work's pretty fun, and reminded me of my brother who's an artist in CA, and made a sculpture out of pipe many years ago that I admired. It's probably still in my parents' back yard. I wish my family didn't live so far from my brother's, but for a day, while cleaning pipe, I was right there with him in his art class at KU.

Okeydokey artichokey,
much love,
Kelpie