RSteve
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Spoke to an old friend this morning. He's retired and quite affluent; lives with his wife in a very upscale suburb. He's a year older than me, but we were in the same grade in school. In the 4th or 5th grade, our elementary school offered musical instrument lessons. I took trumpet lessons. He chose drums. We both played in the Jr.H.S. and H.S. bands. I absolutely stunk; always playing 3rd seat. He was extraordinary, played in city youth orchestras and in various rock bands. By college, I was pretty well done with the trumpet. In a pinch, a local polka band might ask me to sit in and play my b-flat baritone horn, when they couldn't get a tuba player.
Over the decades, he continued to play drums, as well as hand drums, conga and bongo. It was never his occupation. His family had a successful business and he moved into it after college. He did, however, continue to play drums and sit in with local bands when asked.
When he built his expansive suburban home, he built a heavily sound insulated drum room in the basement, where he could play without disturbing the rest of his family.
One late night, this past weekend, he related that he was in the drum room playing while wearing earphones and listening to a music track. His wife came downstairs to inform him that the police were at the door. Their next door neighbors had complained about the late night drumming. (I had to laugh...) Apparently, he'd used the bathroom adjacent to the drum room, opened the bathroom window "just a crack" and left the bathroom door open.
The neighbors didn't have his phone number and didn't want to get dressed and knock on his door, so they called the police.
If I were his neighbor, trying to sleep, I'm not really sure what I would have done.
Over the decades, he continued to play drums, as well as hand drums, conga and bongo. It was never his occupation. His family had a successful business and he moved into it after college. He did, however, continue to play drums and sit in with local bands when asked.
When he built his expansive suburban home, he built a heavily sound insulated drum room in the basement, where he could play without disturbing the rest of his family.
One late night, this past weekend, he related that he was in the drum room playing while wearing earphones and listening to a music track. His wife came downstairs to inform him that the police were at the door. Their next door neighbors had complained about the late night drumming. (I had to laugh...) Apparently, he'd used the bathroom adjacent to the drum room, opened the bathroom window "just a crack" and left the bathroom door open.
The neighbors didn't have his phone number and didn't want to get dressed and knock on his door, so they called the police.
If I were his neighbor, trying to sleep, I'm not really sure what I would have done.