Can I Play Your Drums?

[Michael M.]

I'm not saying that the guy didn't deserve it, but from a legal perspective, that kind of vigilante justice is a slippery slope. It does seem like the cops who showed might have arrested the person doing the bat swatting and the handcuffing. Whatever the law may be, I'd be rooting for the property owner and not the thief in this case...

It was a long time ago in a one-horse town where my family is from. The cop and I stood there talking for 30 minutes about cousins and such we knew in common. I wouldn't doubt it if the cops hadn't given him a tune up. The would-be thief never saw a bat. And I didn't have a bat.
Ect...

 

[bjisteve]

That's protecting my property. Something most people don't have the guts to do anymore.

QED

 

[Izual]

*edited*

 

[Michael M.]

Me too …But damn , a baseball bat is considered a deadly weapon in that instance .

I think that like I said he was wearing a helmet.

 

[smittyboy63]

I hate it when some insecure a$$ needs to try and ruin it.

I always found that it's not that they're an insecure *ss. It's just that they're belligerent drunks. Everyone gets braver with a couple of drinks in them. My two cents...

And in all honesty, it was one of the things I didn't miss when I walked away from playing my kit all those years ago...the drunks at the gigs. I got the bar scene out of my system when I was in my 20's. Why? Because I started going to rock'n'roll bars when I was 16 years old (don't ask, LOL). But yeah, after almost 15 years of rock'n'roll bars I'd had my fill. Loved the music, but started getting real tired of the scene.

I had people ask to play my drums at gigs, but the worst was one New Years Eve. I was in a rag tag classic rock band, and we were playing a famous biker bar in Baltimore City. To be honest, we sounded great that night, and the crowd was really responsive. Anyway, it was at the end of the night, we were tearing down. I was alone moving my equipment through the bar, as my car was parked out front. Anyway, I had a very drunk biker tell me our gig wasn't over yet, and to turn around and set my drums back up, and continue playing or I would get my *ss kicked. I just told him, "I'd love to help you, but I'm tired and I'm going home. The show is over". He was too trashed to do anything, but still, My bandmates were nowhere to be found. Just me and a bunch of drunk bikers.

On a side note, regarding kids playing our drums...
When I was in 2nd grade, I took my drumset to school, the kids moved their desks into a large circle around my drumset, the teacher brought a turntable in, cranked it up and I played the Stone's Honky Tonk Woman. After I was done, the teacher wanted ALL the kids in class to have a chance playing my drums, which I did not want, but relented. One girl, Donna Erpenstein...it was her turn to play my drums. The sound of them scared her. Fellow students literally had to push/drag her up to my drum set. She flipped out and started screaming and crying, "No, no, don't make me play those things....waaaaaahhhhhhh!" She was in tears...I'll never forget it. She's probably traumatized to this day and hates rock'n'roll.