Monday 7 October 2013


This weekend I went to a birthday party, it was the first outing of my new acoustic band, we were so-so. It was also the first outing of my new homebuilt cocktail drumkit. If you don’t know what a cocktail drumkit is (and you’re not expected to) it’s very minimalist and you stand up to play it. It’s like a cross between an anorexic drumkit and a lecturn.

I was present for the birth – and almost certainly the nascent death of a new genre of music. One of the musicians at the party is a world class drummer, he just graduated with a first in music and his final year performance was live drum-n-bass. At the end of the party, after the music had finished and the lights came on he started playing some of his drum-n-bass beats on the cocktail kit. I drunkenly picked up a guiro and tapped and scraped along (mostly) in time. If you don't know what a guiro is it's hollow and ridged and you play with a thin stick, it's like a cross between a bedpan and a washboard. After jamming for about 5 minutes we turned around to see that there were two blokes dancing along to live cocktail-drum-n-guiro.

Richard “date tonight” B


  1. Is it with that drunk girl from last week? Your date that is. Even if it's not, please say it is.

  2. Andy, I'm glad to have you as a regular reader, and I appreciate how closely you follow my pointless little life, but this blog is the wrong place for details about my love life. I put a very definite end to that more than a year and a half ago. I refer you to the article "Jump the Shark" from March 2012 (the last time I went out on a date).

    You may also enjoy the story that my "middle" names spell out from January to April 2010 if you read the omnibus article from December 2010