percussion

After ice skating we went to Bedlam Pro Percussion, where I bought a snare drum, a 20" ride cymbal, their stands, a pair of sticks and a pair of brushes. Apart from a few shakers and tambourines acquired over the years, I've never owned real percussion equipment before.

The cat hates them. She shares my low tolerance for loud noises, but unlike me, she's unwilling to put her preferences aside for the sake of art.

Apocalyptic dream last night, complete with extraterrestrials and ex-girlfriends (that line becomes thin in places).

I'll post the other two 80s covers soon, as most feedback was positive.

Listening now to Laisse tomber les filles, the Serge Gainsbourg song, sung by France Gall.