Drums. Drums in the Deep.

This works on so many levels. Not only is it genius enough for posting by itself--genius enough to wake me from a blogging slumber--but it's also relevant in another way.

Just as my gorilla friend here has waited a long time, seemingly, to drum, I too am drumming again after a long, long wait. Of course I've been playing congas/etc. with Hip Replacement for a year now, and I played hand drums for the dancers back in 'Kato for six years, but only recently have I been finally playing a drumset again.

The pleasure that drumming is giving me again is entirely comparable to the rapture of the ape. Basically, that's how I look when I play drums. He certainly has crude technique; and so do I, what with years of accumulated rust. It still feels good, though.

Mason... You can feel it in the air. Tonight. Oh lawd.