We Hardly Knew Ye

My friend Nathan just sold my drums. It kind of feels like getting rid of a favorite dog. Bon voyage, you crappy drumset. Thanks for your weird snare drum that only sounded good when tuned way too high, your stinky, vintage floor tom that Andrew found on the side of the road, your warm and resonant Paiste 14" crash, and most of all, your patience and loyalty, even after five years of being thrown into station wagons and trucks without so much as a blanket around your shells to protect you. You served me well.