Do you know this joke about the drummer who went for the audition of Gram? He didn't go. Because his blog was too explicit. Marg called off the audition. My personality was too powerful. She had been talking to some people about me. Who? I hardly know anybody in Amsterdam! And she had taken a look at this here weblog. All in all enough reason to make her believe that it wouldn't work. That I would be too strong headed. She already had that experience in Seedling, and wanted to work with someone more docile. She said I should take that as a compliment. My god, she sounds like a CEO doing a layoff. I know what she wants. She wants a spineless drummer who changes into a crate of beer after the show. And oh irony, I though I was such a drummer!
So thanks Marg, for making me realize that I'm actually an interesting, vibrant person with his own opinions. It's good to know that months of therapy are finally paying off. And that this blog actually does a wonderful job. Even though it's not displaying the real me, the picture some people get is one of a willful artist who knows what he wants. So I guess it's high time I live up to that image. And even though I've been cursing you the whole night, I also feel eternally grateful. I wish you all the best with Gram. And if you do happen to find the perfect drummer, can I drink him up after the show?