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Dear Person Who Seems to Take Great Delight in Playing a Hand Drum,
I have to admire your perseverance. I really do. I'm sure you've probably noticed that right now we're in the middle of a pretty severe storm and you're still sitting out in the park, playing away on your drum. The trees obscure my view of the park, so I don't know what you look like, but I can still hear. Yesterday, in fact, you played non-stop for oh, I'd say about nine or ten hours, as late as midnight when I went to sleep. Then when I woke up this morning around 7:30, you were still playing! I noticed that your tempo had decreased significantly, but you were pressing on regardless. Well, you stopped for about two hours later in the morning, but you probably had to eat. Or maybe you play the drums at a church, too, so you just went somewhere else to play for a while. That's pretty cool. What's more is that your drumming wasn't reserved to this weekend, but it's actually a pattern that's been going on daily for about the past two or three weeks. That's some real stamina there. At first I was a little skeptical and thought you were one of those hippies who likes those drum circle things. Well, maybe you are. Like I said, I can't actually see you. But I've noticed that hippies tend to lose interest in things after a while, whereas you seem pretty devoted to playing your drum all day in the park. So I give you a little credit there. But I wonder if you never have anything else to do. And I also wonder that how, after two weeks, you've never learned another rhythm. I mean, I'm certainly no drummer, but I am musically inclined and I'm fairly confident that other rhythms do exist. Furthermore, I wonder how, after over two weeks of playing non-stop, your drumming hasn't actually improved. As I said, I admire your perseverence and discipline. The weather has been very nice lately and I'm sure you like to take advantage of it. I do, too, which is why I like to keep my window open. I also really like music. In fact, I find it difficult to work without listening to music. So you would think that your drumming would be great and a win-win situation. But it's not. In fact, I want little more than to walk over to the park and take a knife to your drumhead. Then maybe I'd have some quiet for at least ten or fifteen minutes, assuming you don't have a back-up drum next to you. I find your drumming unbearable and the obsessive quality of it makes me question your mental health. I'm usually good at blocking out noise, but I have my limits. I sit here and fantasize that we're cartoon characters and I'll bash your drum over you and your head will pop out the end and everyone would have a good laugh. I'd be laughing the loudest. In the meantime, I hope your fingers fall off.
I have to admire your perseverance. I really do. I'm sure you've probably noticed that right now we're in the middle of a pretty severe storm and you're still sitting out in the park, playing away on your drum. The trees obscure my view of the park, so I don't know what you look like, but I can still hear. Yesterday, in fact, you played non-stop for oh, I'd say about nine or ten hours, as late as midnight when I went to sleep. Then when I woke up this morning around 7:30, you were still playing! I noticed that your tempo had decreased significantly, but you were pressing on regardless. Well, you stopped for about two hours later in the morning, but you probably had to eat. Or maybe you play the drums at a church, too, so you just went somewhere else to play for a while. That's pretty cool. What's more is that your drumming wasn't reserved to this weekend, but it's actually a pattern that's been going on daily for about the past two or three weeks. That's some real stamina there. At first I was a little skeptical and thought you were one of those hippies who likes those drum circle things. Well, maybe you are. Like I said, I can't actually see you. But I've noticed that hippies tend to lose interest in things after a while, whereas you seem pretty devoted to playing your drum all day in the park. So I give you a little credit there. But I wonder if you never have anything else to do. And I also wonder that how, after two weeks, you've never learned another rhythm. I mean, I'm certainly no drummer, but I am musically inclined and I'm fairly confident that other rhythms do exist. Furthermore, I wonder how, after over two weeks of playing non-stop, your drumming hasn't actually improved. As I said, I admire your perseverence and discipline. The weather has been very nice lately and I'm sure you like to take advantage of it. I do, too, which is why I like to keep my window open. I also really like music. In fact, I find it difficult to work without listening to music. So you would think that your drumming would be great and a win-win situation. But it's not. In fact, I want little more than to walk over to the park and take a knife to your drumhead. Then maybe I'd have some quiet for at least ten or fifteen minutes, assuming you don't have a back-up drum next to you. I find your drumming unbearable and the obsessive quality of it makes me question your mental health. I'm usually good at blocking out noise, but I have my limits. I sit here and fantasize that we're cartoon characters and I'll bash your drum over you and your head will pop out the end and everyone would have a good laugh. I'd be laughing the loudest. In the meantime, I hope your fingers fall off.