Drummers are next level. They’re like that moment when your brain snaps into place and your tastes slowly turn fetishistic. One does not simply hit on a drummer, you gotta suffer a bit beforehand, wallow in that self-pity that you’ll never be good enough for the rhythm section, then have your heart melt the tenth time you go to a concert of theirs and the drummer throws you a warm smile when they recognise you in the crowd (in which you’ve strategically placed yourself to be as visible as possible).
Drummers are next level. They’re like that moment when your brain snaps into place and your tastes slowly turn fetishistic. One does not simply hit on a drummer, you gotta suffer a bit beforehand, wallow in that self-pity that you’ll never be good enough for the rhythm section, then have your heart melt the tenth time you go to a concert of theirs and the drummer throws you a warm smile when they recognise you in the crowd (in which you’ve strategically placed yourself to be as visible as possible).
Uuuh, or so I’ve heard…
Found the drummer.
Nah, you found the bass player who simped for another band’s drummer :-< She friggin’ OWNED those drums every single time…