I realize I have posted twice–in the same day–but felt could not wait. Earlier, I had posted about about my son’s drum lessons and his instructor’s use of food labels to teach rhythm (refer to post Jun. 30 ‘Food in the Strangest Places’ ).
Well, today, one of my daughter’s bandmates (check them out in the blogroll section), Jared–a drummer–had checked out my son’s electric drum set. I had asked him about what kind of drum stools to look at, since my son’s toosh had inquired about one, given its dislike for hard, unforgiving counter stools.
Jared, ever the teaser, mentioned emphatically, “Pork Pie!” I kid you not. I thought I had heard incorrectly, so I re-directed the question. Again, “Pork Pie!”
What is it with the drumming industry and its penchant for food labels?