Grub Brother

About one kilometer away from our apartment there’s a small park, so small it’s more a better meadow then a park, with a little brook right in the middle of it, and a small lake with ducks and such animals. It’s pretty nice there and at night, especially when it’s not warm, nobody is there.

So, I’ve told you this because I own a drum, and drumming at 1 a.m. at home isn’t possible if you have neighbours you are at least a bit considerate of. Way better then to establish oneself outside! E.g. in some nice, little park. Certainly, there are  people living near there, but the place is not as narrow and constricted as an apartment building where people are stuck together like ants in an anthill. Let alone the special atmosphere of a park at night …

Thus we took my laptop, the mic, the drums, a bottle of wine and went out for a little drum session. And our expectations were not deceived: It was really cool and very quiet out there, only the water rushing and chuckling besides us. After having had some sips of wine and configured the recording equipment, we started. It was a bit like being aboriginal people participating in some sort of strange ritual, and I think that’s why we’ve finally decided there must be some invisible monsters coming at us to eat our balls and stuff! Hidden monsters from the world of illusion!! OMG!! We ran like lightning, you can hear that at the end of the recording. Perhaps I’ll use this as the basis for a new track …

The real beasts almost got us when we finally packed all the equipment and walked home: The police, onoze! Obviously some narrow-minded resident of the park called them … this bourgeois spurner of the primitive rites! We’ve been lucky bastards that we decamped soon enough.

Drums in the park

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