Things are healing. My arm is still broken and the muscles are still a bit shredded, but I'm able to get some motion out of it. That's cool. I had to buy a stupid car to be able to drive. It's one of those Chrysler 300M Special cars that older and funkier smelling men drive. I felt so icky behind that wheel. All of the controls are on the left side of the wheel, so it was the one I had to buy. I drove it for a couple of months and feel so dirty. The good news ... I DON'T NEED IT ANYMORE!!! I am driving my MINI Cooper again! I missed it. It was the car I was driving on the way to the studio. It's 100% and has been waiting for me to get motion back in my arm. WHOO-HOOOO! I love this car.
I am able to tap my drums and cymbal with my right arm - lightly. I tried to pop the head a bit, but I ended up on the floor in pain. There's a lesson learned. Freekin' Buddy Rich wailed with his arm in a sling. I try it and I'm on the floor. Gotta love the man of perfection.
I'm seeking out a nice old jazz kit so I can work a tighter setup on this arm. Hopefully, I'll find a sweet one. I'm trading my 68 Blue Agate kit for one. Haven't even put a stick on the kit yet and already I'm looking to trade it. Oh well.
I'm ready to get back into that 20 inch Rogers bass drum so I can finally complete that kit. It has taken me so long. I am looking forward to hitting that one. Should be fun.
I just completed the first 9 weeks of school. The kiddos have been very understanding of their broken teacher. My writing on the board is ... challenging to read. They laugh at me and I get to grade their tests with a heavy hand. It's a fair trade.