Recovering from disaster and humiliation.

Why are musicians luckier than most people?
...most people get to die only once.

​Music gives us a chance to test our reliance in the face of disasters, big and small. Here is the story of a small one. 

​Last weekend I performed in a street festival here in Toronto, playing drums in a classic rock band. Let us count the challenges.

1. ​I have a wax plug in my good ear. I can't hear hardly a damn thing in it. I will rely on the other ear to get me through the set. Being deaf in one ear is a strange uncomfortable sensation. But, I don't tell anyone and put on a brave face. The show must go on!
2. It was raining when I arrived. The previous band was standing on stage silently waiting for the rain to let up. They finally play 3 tunes. The drummer is curiously playing softly, while the rest of the band blasts away. Hmm?
3. Our turn to set up in the rain. The backline on stage is ready to go. I sit down and adjust the drum throne. We start.
4. Disaster, the bass drum pedal is broken. Each time I play it, it bounces back and whacks me in the shins. It gets worse. There are no monitors on the drums, I can only hear the bass which covers up the rest of the band. Of course the pervious drummer was playing softly, he couldn't hear and the damn pedal whacks your shins if you slam it. I'm singing along with the bass, hoping to stay in place and make my cues. 
5. Students are standing in front of the band stand smiling. I'm gritting my teeth and trying to look cool, while playing half deaf, unmonitored, with a increasingly black and blue shin.

​Forty five minutes later it is mercifully over. The bass player remarks, "you didn't sound like yourself today?"

Cheers,

​David