Sunday, January 4, 2009

You’ve gotta find your big, gigantic drum kit

It often feels that my life has just been one long, drawn out existential crisis. While that may be great for my writing life it makes the rest of it, the finding a way to pay the bills part, kind of a bitch.

We're all just looking for our big, gigantic drum kit; something to fill our lives with passion and purpose. Some of us (like my mom who obnoxiously found her calling at the age of 4 while watching "Miss Frances' Ding Dong School") figure it out and go on to live happy and productive lives. The rest of us, well we blog from our parents' basement and fret about our negligible contributions to society. 

And we play Rock Band.
oh yes, Rock Band.

The following is a pretty accurate representation of what happens when I play Rock Band



after years of searching it turns out that my metaphoric big, gigantic drum kit might actually be a literal big, gigantic drum kit.

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