Jammin’!

Last night, and I rented a space and jammed. Him on guitar, me on drums. Two hours later, my shoulders, wrists and legs are aching and sore, I have blisters on my fingers, and I discover that playing the skins really is like riding a bike. I’m still rusty and my fills are pretty sloppy, but I can still keep a beat.

Best part? Shel and I didn’t need to say a word. We passed messages with glances, changed tempos, and came up with some hot riffs and licks.

Damn. I’m in a band again.

Pictures by the end of the weekend.