Feliz Cumpleaños, Mama. - Growing up, I've had a running list of all the reasons that I would never have children. I'm not kidding. Of course over the years the list has grown, cha...
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I've got a set. I keep them in the corner, preferably gathering dust. But sometimes I've gotta bust 'em out. Ego drums.
Some people wail on their ego drums all day long. Those people aren't much fun to be around. Or work with. Or sit next to.
From time to time, though, it feels good to play the ego drums. Reset the self-confidence. Rock a little self-pep talk, complete with skill display and pyrotechnics.
When I dust them off and sit down behind them, I like to fire up the double bass ego drums and have them spin around me Neil Peart-style.
If you catch me playing them, so be it. I'm cool with that. But before I walk out the front door, I push them back into the corner and cover them up.
Ego drums are best thumped behind closed doors.