[drumming diary] Wipe Out

Last night's last-minute Diver .75 gig was fun, but sadly, it cannot qualify as an "official gig," as nobody crashed into the band or the band's equipment. Not that it wasn't close. Sometime in the third set, this couple was dancing, and as the woman spun around her partner, she slipped on a wet spot and her feet came flying out from under her. Now totally horizontal, she came down hard on the floor. All while Avi was looking away, too. She almost christened the show later, swinging to within about four or five inches of the music stand holding the low-tech mailing list, but missed.

We had a bunch of people there from the get-go who were really enthusiastic, and some who had been at a wine-tasting across the street since 4pm, so that was good. I can't recall ever getting such a response to twirling a drumstick. Also, the going rate for David Gray's "Babylon" is apparently five bucks. Nirvana's "Come As You Are," however, we did for free. And we pretty much nailed all the breaks and changes in "Interstate Love Song," which almost never happens with the three-piece version. Being in a band that doesn't rehearse together can always be a challenge like that.