After the 20" Slingerland bass drum arrived, it was completely disassembled and thoroughly cleaned: the shell, the lugs, the mounting brackets, the tension rods. Then I repainted the wooden hoops which were very scuffed up IF, in fact, "scuffed up" is a phrase that acurately describes wood rings that have many scrapes, dings and areas where the raw wood underneath is showing.
Which reminds me of a story about a "rough scrape" I went through a couple of times, that being an institution called "marriage." I was standing in line at Lowe's, waiting to purchase a small can of black paint that I would later use to refinish my bass drum hoops, when I caught a portion of the conversation between two men standing behind me that went something like this:
FIRST MAN: "Oh hey, Bob, I see you have your wife along with you."
SECOND MAN (leaning on shopping cart full of merchandise): "Oh yeah, I have to bring her along. Otherwise I'll forget half the stuff I'm supposed to buy."
FIRST MAN (chuckling briefly and holding up small piece of paper): "That's why mine sends me along with a list! What projects are you working on?"
What followed was a "Honey-Do" list of menial household tasks and repair jobs that aren't anywhere near as fun, interesting or satisfying as repainting the wooden hoops on a newly-restored 20-inch Slingerland White Marine Pearl bass drum which is going to sound awesome as soon as the new heads arrive. I felt a renewed sense of relief and relished my freedom from the incarceration of matrimony. But don't mind me. I'm just a cynic and as someone once said, cynics are just thwarted romantics. You go ahead and enjoy your relationship. I'm sure it's wonderful.
Not as wonderful as a 20-inch Slingerland White Marine Pearl bass drum, but pretty wonderful.
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