Good morning! Oh my…where the shiz-nit is Dr. Ruth when you need her? I am so confused right now and I need answers! This? Is just WAY weird, even for me. (Oh! Ummm…if any of you play the snare drums, please, STOP reading now…)
OK *deep, calming breath* I have mentioned a “few” times that I am a world-class music junkie. No new news there. But what I discovered this morning is just plain STRANGE with a capital WTH?
There I was, doing the morning bird work, listening to my beloved mp3 player (the greatest invention in the history of the whole, wide universe!) and I stopped dead in my muddy tracks. I stood up as straight as it gets this early in the day, leaned my head back with my eyes closed and a tiny, wistful smile on my lips as I lost myself in a particularly powerful strain of a current pop song. (Hey, embarrassment at admitting I listen to this is preventing me from naming names here…) (OK, FINE! It’s “Some Nights” by fun. Go ahead and laugh…see if I care!)
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| Oh my! |
As the primal part of my brain was busy grooving, the more discerning part was trying to figure out why I dig this song so much, when the answer smacked me upside the head like my kids trying to casually toss a TV remote at my hands…SNARE DRUMS! I have a “thing” for snare drums! What the living heck!?!
I quickly finished what I was doing so I could get in the house and scroll through my current playlists. Yep, there it was, all laid out for me in black and white pixels. Most of the songs I listen to for hours at a time (repeat is my favorite setting…) involve heavy snare drums.
Then I saw the “others”…the songs that make Chris such a “happy” and “groovy” chick, that they almost require a call to hubby at work demanding he come home for lunch…These? Not just snares, but heavy bass or kettle drums as well. (This just keeps getting freakier!)
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| Upright bass? Oh la la! |
I am not a woman who’s ever been the biggest fan of marching bands. (No offense to any current or former “bandies,” just sayin’.) Nor have I ever been a drummer-groupie. Actually? The drum part of most music annoys the be-jeepers outta me. (Now give me a good bass line, and I’ll swoon every time!) So you can see why this is such a bizarre revelation.
Where am I going with this? I have no flippin’ idea! Why am I sharing this oddity? Who knows! It was so…STRANGE! I just had to tell someone, and how do you initiate a conversation with a person who’s looking you in the eyes about the fact that freakin’ snare drums are an aphrodisiac? Seriously, this has got to be one of the most out-there things I’ve discovered about myself in a LONG while. And that my friends? Is a huge statement, since I am the Queen of weird-o behavior!
So you see why I need Dr. Ruth. I simply must know the underlying cause of this aberrant behavior. (Is it some childhood trauma or repressed desire to march in a band? The need to beat the heck outta something with a stick?) Because really? I’m suddenly finding it necessary to ban myself from parades out of fear of losing control and rushing the drum section of some poor marching band who unwittingly decided to play something heavy on the rum-tum-tum…*hangs head in embarrassed shame and fear*
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I just remembered I have Fleetwood Mac’s “Tusk” on a playlist somewhere…(I REALLY need a new set of earbuds with a heavier bass setting.)
May your day be full of beautiful music that inspires you to sing as if no one were listening, dance as if no one were watching, and smile until your face hurts!
