Drumming: A Fine Art

In theory I'm not opposed to drumming. As ex-front man for more than a couple of bands I'd go so far as to say that nothing rocks without the drums. The brief bout of spontaneous party percussion lasting until the drummer passes out or forgets what he was doing? Fine.

However the drummer who has been standing on the street near my office door should be forced to drum in a soundproof room until his forearms wear off.

Half-an-hour is fine. Three hours of stoned, rhythmic whopping is justification for homicide. Thank the FSM for the internet, where YouTube offers an (ahem) harmonious solution:



Rita Moreno. My kinda woman!