when we had to take some sort of performance class in middle school in our rich-like-John-Hughes-not-gated-community suburban school district I was a percussionist; we each had a snare drum (kinda as an onramp to marching band but fuck that) but in concert we’d play all sorts of shit; for the Loony Toons theme (ok Merrie Melodies, it was “Merrily We Roll Along” not “The Merry Go-Round Broke Down”) I hit a ‘50s fire alarm bell with a triangle beater for most of it but cranked this wooden crank for a bit

so shit, if I kept on that track this coulda been me.

We played “Axel F.” (the Beverly Hills Cop theme) once tho and my job was brush cymbal sixteenth notes for like 40 solid measures and rest for like 30 and fuck that