Still talking about the punk rock
A quietly increasing number of years ago, I was part of a moderately dodgy post-punk unpopular beat combo. Before we discovered the modern wonder of Roland drum-machines, we had drummers.
The thing we put the drummers behind was the sort of grim copy of a drum kit that you might see as scenery. Like fake chocolates and doors with forced perspective, it was designed to give the impression of being something along the lines of some drums, so long as you didn't stare at it too hard. It was held together with swearing and propped up with breeze blocks.
Today we see rare footage of The Ramones having it shouty in some club so terrible they couldn't afford for things to be in colour. Or more likely color. The drum kit is propped up wth breeze blocks.
I must admit that I feel mildly vindicated.
The thing we put the drummers behind was the sort of grim copy of a drum kit that you might see as scenery. Like fake chocolates and doors with forced perspective, it was designed to give the impression of being something along the lines of some drums, so long as you didn't stare at it too hard. It was held together with swearing and propped up with breeze blocks.
Today we see rare footage of The Ramones having it shouty in some club so terrible they couldn't afford for things to be in colour. Or more likely color. The drum kit is propped up wth breeze blocks.
I must admit that I feel mildly vindicated.