The Isolated Blurt Thread XLIII : Pointless Pining for Vagina of Brie

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So, I'm teaching a drum lesson to a kid who I can only describe as having ZERO personality, and he's playing terribly, as usual. I'm thinking "he has not practiced al all since I last saw him" (he didn't show for his lesson last week). About EIGHT MINUTES into his 1/2 hour lesson he says "wait, this is Solo 11 and I was working on Solo 10." HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS PLAYING THE WRONG PIECE OF MUSIC. He's so unfamiliar with the Solo he's been playing for weeks, that he didn't notice that the piece in front of him didn't look familiar.


Sounds to me like this kid is a guitar player.
 
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they're drums, so, yeah, there's a good chance he hasn't been able to practice much.

because drums are fucking loud and they drive people insane.

and make them want to call the cops to break up your band practice if they're real pricks.
 
they're drums, so, yeah, there's a good chance he hasn't been able to practice much.

because drums are fucking loud and they drive people insane.

and make them want to call the cops to break up your band practice if they're real pricks.


There was a drummer a street over from where I grew up who would constantly practice in his parent’s garage. Decent drummer, from what I remember. One of the neighbours organized a little collection of funds from others on the street, and presented the young percussionist a lovely set of drum pads.


Even with the pads, you could hear him hitting the toms and smashing the cymbals.



His ego isn't large enough for that.


Ah. Best he pick up a bass then.
 
There was a drummer a street over from where I grew up who would constantly practice in his parent’s garage. Decent drummer, from what I remember. One of the neighbours organized a little collection of funds from others on the street, and presented the young percussionist a lovely set of drum pads.


Even with the pads, you could hear him hitting the toms and smashing the cymbals.

My neighbors were always pretty decent about my practicing growing up. And I played A LOT. I wasn't in the garage, my drum dominated my room though.


Ah. Best he pick up a bass then.

He's one of the least musical people I've ever known. I seriously don't know why he comes for lessons.
 
I really would not mind a pretty girl riding my dick right now.



Lance's mom doesn't count. I said pretty.
 

Young slipped the sandwich into his pocket just before launching on Gemini 3 on March 23, 1965. It was the first U.S. mission to carry two astronauts — Young and his crewmate, Gus Grissom. But the Soviets had launched their own two-person mission, Voskhod 2, less than a week earlier, so tensions were already high among politicians when Gemini 3 safely made it to space and efficiently completed its objectives.

The corned-beef sandwich sparked a brief conversation between Young and Grissom, according to the Gemini 3 transcript. The chat lasted for only about a minute of the nearly 6-hour mission.


"What is it?" Grissom asked. "Corned-beef sandwich," Young replied. "Where did that come from?" Grissom asked. Answered Young: "I brought it with me. Let's see how it tastes. Smells, doesn't it?"

Grissom tasted the sandwich but quickly announced he would stick it back in his pocket because it was starting to break up. Young suggested the sandwich was "a thought … not a very good one." Replied Grissom: "Pretty good, though, if it would just hold together."
 
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