Broken things..

My bass drum broke about five minutes from performance time this morning...needless to say this is a very effective way to see Brian (that would be me) frantic and stressed and generally scrambling about in a somewhat festive (but not at all joyous) manner.

In other random news....I have just been shown that the name tag I am to wear while working for my dad in the new UPS store says "slave" under position of employment.......I think he's joking, but it was a real, official looking nametag and with my dad...well you just never know


  1. That doesn't really surprise me. I would know how to take that one either, from just about any of the uncles...

  2. Hey, that sounds like something my dad would do. oh, wait...

    So did the head break or something else?