and then I hit my snare drum so hard that people 1/4 mile away suffer from ringing in their ears. And then I do it again. And again.
I don’t know how anyone else does it. Perhaps Stoli and cigarettes would do the job if I wasn’t a drummer in the loudest, angriest punk-metal band on the planet. If I wasn’t in a band that made walls shake and floors buckle, I would probably be a rooftop gunman.
What do you do to make yourself feel less like an axe murderer?