Oh, yes they do. For a long time i wondered if i had abandoned the idea of percussion. Its a passion lodged deep inside. Its more of a feeling. When i get these feelings i want to try and explain them through sound. Its like writing a letter to yourself, and reading it back, and going, What i wrote this? It sounds amazing.
Most of the time its just you clapping back to yourself. Its a huge multidimensional space in your head that you just want to climb into.
I never thought about music much, not to the point that i could vocalize it in words.
Its fun experimenting with sound on garage band, or via electronic means, but you don't get that same feeling from, mechanically doing it yourself.
Anyway, i have been stopping and starting this extra mural activity for some time now, and it feels like, it may be going somewhere. Im not interested in being in a band, for now its a conversation i can have with myself and not be portrayed as a mad man.
It might be a year, it might be five that i decide to do something with it. For now its a collection of thought that i may use in some work Later. Its a collection of whatever, until i find something to apply it to.
Like the found object, its there, and its tangible,and its an opportunity to consider.
I did have a vision about an installation piece, that waffles in and out of my head, but im not going to go there now.
The best thing that happened to me this week is i traded one of my cam belt belts, for a bass pedal to a kid, who happened to have an extra one.
And thats why all good things come to those who are prepared to wait, Ive been waiting along time.
Did i mention i also got a tom- Bonus!
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