The Throne's Been Overturned

Kenny. He's the kind of guy to make you buy him a PBR, but who couldn't be more indifferent when you give it to him. To throw a barbecue and ask people to bring their own meats AND their own beers. The same guy I bought Iced Italians for when he underwent life threatening surgery.

Anyhow, Kenny plays drums in my band, and we practice at my house, on my stuff. But before anyone plays on my set, I lay down one simple rule:

You break it, You buy it.

Of course, he complied. Fully.


So a few weeks ago, we held our typical Friday night band practice. We went through the songs like James Brown went through backing bands. Everything was going rockingly, when suddenly, he broke the unthinkable:

he broke my drum throne.

The same throne that belonged to Gringo Star when they were called A Fir-Ju Well.
The one piece that survived my previous set and four different moves across Atlanta.
The one that's never let me down.

Yea, it's kinda sentimental.

And of course Kenny, being typical Kenny, only agreed to pay for half of it. He blamed it on the wear and tear; the fact that it was a previously used piece of butt luxury. He said if it were to happen to any other piece of my set, he would gladly fork over some Benjamins. But this apparently did not count because he didn't 'sit in it' wrong.

Hm, apparently.


So I begrudgingly boiled it down to two options:

A.) Kick him out of the band and find a new drummer.

Pros: the option to find a drummer that's either as good, or better than me.
Cons: Finding a drummer that's either as good, or better than me.

B.) Split the cost for a new drum throne.

Pros: Sweet ass seat for a sweet ass set.
Cons: Having to look and pay for a throne that I DIDN'T BREAK.

After much drunken consideration, guess which one I chose?



Sometimes what is right is not always what is righteous.
But you best believe I am deeply committed to the notion of Karma.

Practice starts in less than two weeks.