I’ve been upgrading my electronic drum kit. Nothing from the original kit survived. (I’m using the entry setup for Rockband, instead.) I got a beautiful, shiny rack. It took me an embarrassingly long time to assemble it. It didn’t come with any instructions, and the Gibralter website sucks. So I studied what is possibly the only photo on the internet of this particular rack, and winged it. (Every musician site I visited had the same description and photo pasted from the Gibraltar website.)
It’s all curved, which made it more difficult than the straight poles on the entry kit. It looks great. So shiny. I got the Yamaha DTX502 module. I also got three 8″ Alesis mesh pads, each for cheaper than it cost me to make one. I did a lot of research to find what will help me improve and get the most for my money. It’s so quiet now. I decided to try Yamaha’s electronic 3 zone choke-able cymbals. I love them so much, I ordered the Yamaha 12″ 3 zoned textured silicone snare. It hasn’t arrived yet, but I’m excited. I’m not skilled enough to justify the Roland TD 30K V-Pro kit (yet). I’m using trigger pedals instead of a traditional hi-hat pedal and kick pedal because people live below me.
I also have 2 rug pads, a wool rug, and a thick workout mat under my kit. It’s my third kit, but the first one never even made it out of the boxes. It was a Roland TD-11K V-drum kit. It went to a nephew with an acoustic kit whose neighbors were complaining. I didn’t have the heart to tell his parents I gave him the amp, too. He promised to use headphones at home. He plays for their church now. I wish he were local so he could have helped me set up the new rack. Now that it’s done, I do feel a sense of accomplishment. Even though it took me a really long time. I’m cracking myself up. I started assembling it at around 6 PM because Seinfeld was on. I wiped all my fingerprints (and a few tears) off just after 3 AM.
I took a few frustration breaks. I distinctly recall playing with Amelia Bedelia when she dragged her string toy into the mix, too. It was so cute! I have a habit of narrating what I assume my cat is thinking. (I blame Mystery Science Theater 3000.) I’m pretty confident she sees herself as the Queen, and I’m her faithful servant (who occasionally forgets her place.) I hope all cat owners do this. Cats suck at playing fetch. One time, years ago, I tossed a plastic cat toy down the hall, and she chased after it like a puppy. Unfortunately, when she discovered what I tossed wasn’t edible, she decided she was done with fetch forever, I think.
Her idea of fun is playing Peek-a-boo, I’m Gonna Get You. I have a love/hate relationship with the game. It makes me laugh really hard, but it also can trigger a panic attack. It’s not like playing with a toddler. She stalks then pounces, but never when I anticipate. I’ll think she wandered off and peek around the corner to see her little butt shaking in preparation to get me. One time, I looked at the same time as she pounced and we banged heads. It was hilarious, but I suppose you had to be there. She has a few blankets I rotate for her to drag around. She knows they belong to her, which surprised me. My nephew tried to borrow one, and she had a cow, so I made him give it to her. She sat on it and stared him down for a while.
I made the wrong decision of narrating her hissy fit in front of my then 13-year-old nephew. He started doing it too. Only, his narration turned my beautiful, sweet cat into a sarcastic little shit waiting for me to die so she can eat me. (It was still funny, though.) I’m off to serve breakfast to her majesty.