Kevin BayComment

05 * 04 * 2017

Kevin BayComment
05 * 04 * 2017

Twenty-five years ago I began playing the drums. There was a thriving local punk scene in LR, and I consider myself very lucky to have been part of its third wave. Most of the friends I have from LR I met in that scene, and pretty much all of them continue to be inspiring artists and constructive members of society. Positive people.

That's not what a lot of people think when they hear the word "punk," but the truth is that different punk communities orient themselves in different ways. In LR we had a strong adult presence in our community that quelled the typical anti-adult, anti-adult world and anti-everything attitudes that can get stoked up in such communities if they're led entirely by teenagers.

So I had a lot of heroes in this scene to look up to. AH was a very important friend and music-maker in LR. RS kept me connected to everyone in NLR. And musicians I was in awe of for their abilities--no shortage of those.

Last night I ended up at show with one of my heroes that I'd never talked to. CB! Drum hero to be exact. Probably my first ever local drum hero. And the crazy wonderful thing is that after we talked for a half hour, CB asks me if I want to try playing drums in his new band.

Hell yes!

One doesn't turn down such a thing, even if one hasn't played one's drums in many, many years. I may fail, but it will be a spectacular fail!

I just love that it happened. Life is great--and I'd like to take this moment to express my upmost gratitude to my progenitors for twisting up my DNA. Cool!