[There's a lotta shit Pickles missed, yanno, in the endless yawning void of Nothingness. Drinking, drugs, sex, dancing... eating, talking, moving...
But music? That, he missed almost more than anything else in the multiverse. It's his lifeblood -- he might as well not exist if he can't get his hands on an instrument and let loose. It doesn't even have to be metal, at this point! He'd spent almost all night bouncing between Renly's and John's, even though all they've got to offer is shitty eurotrash and Billy Joel instrumentals!
His soul is literally thirsting for it, though, and listening just isn't the same as playing. So, late in the evening when he knows there's nobody in the theater (or its rafters), he decides, fuck it. What are the chances that this guy ever talked about being bad at the drums, specifically? Can't, uhhhhhhh, Charlemagne have some hidden fuckin' talents beyond drinkin' and fuckin'?
There's a drum kit and an empty stage. Pickles sits behind the kit, sticks in hand, and closes his eyes. It'd be pretty silly to try summoning the spirits of Dethklok through raw drumming power...
And yet, somewhere deep inside, Pickles knows that is exactly what he's trying to do when he picks up the drum track for Thunderhorse. He's too slow, he knows it as soon as he starts, but he still remembers how to play. It'll just take practice, and he's got plenty of time for that now.]
[OCT 7TH] night @ the roxbury
But music? That, he missed almost more than anything else in the multiverse. It's his lifeblood -- he might as well not exist if he can't get his hands on an instrument and let loose. It doesn't even have to be metal, at this point! He'd spent almost all night bouncing between Renly's and John's, even though all they've got to offer is shitty eurotrash and Billy Joel instrumentals!
His soul is literally thirsting for it, though, and listening just isn't the same as playing. So, late in the evening when he knows there's nobody in the theater (or its rafters), he decides, fuck it. What are the chances that this guy ever talked about being bad at the drums, specifically? Can't, uhhhhhhh, Charlemagne have some hidden fuckin' talents beyond drinkin' and fuckin'?
There's a drum kit and an empty stage. Pickles sits behind the kit, sticks in hand, and closes his eyes. It'd be pretty silly to try summoning the spirits of Dethklok through raw drumming power...
And yet, somewhere deep inside, Pickles knows that is exactly what he's trying to do when he picks up the drum track for Thunderhorse. He's too slow, he knows it as soon as he starts, but he still remembers how to play. It'll just take practice, and he's got plenty of time for that now.]