And now for sumthin' completely different...
It's all about the precision, Gentle Reader. Brilliant, simply BRILLIANT.
The h/t goes to Occasional Reader, Constant Correspondent, and Good Buddy Rob.
It's all about the precision, Gentle Reader. Brilliant, simply BRILLIANT.
The h/t goes to Occasional Reader, Constant Correspondent, and Good Buddy Rob.
If there is a fate worse than death, it is to have this stuck in one's head for two solid days. Please, Drumming Scotsmen, banish that abomination from my brain!
ReplyDeleteHeh. I went about a minute and 30 seconds into yer link before I said "Oh, NOESSSS..." Can't have that stuck in MY brain.
DeletePretty. Damn. Cool. Thankee for sharing.....
ReplyDeleteMon plaisir!
DeleteI've always had a thing for drum solos, so this made me happy.
ReplyDeleteI just watched it a SECOND time. I'm amazed nobody got a broken finger from all of the exchanges between drums. I wonder how many times somebody got chopped by another guy's stick during rehearsal?
DeleteThe rehearsals must have gone fairly well, judging by their performance. But I'll bet they do a LOT of rehearsing.
DeletePretty fascinating. I wondered how the rehearsals went, too. Those kinds of performances put a lot of pressure on the individual to get it right.
ReplyDeleteAnd that's a LONG performance, too.
DeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteYes, Ma'am!
DeleteI have always been a sucker for a drum corps. This is incredible and all I could think of was the thousands of hours of rehearsal to make all that pure muscle memory.
ReplyDeleteI hear ya, loud and clear.
DeleteWhen they have the annual tattoo festival in Basel every year, it is literally impossible to sleep, but I have to admit that these dudes put on a hell of a show.
ReplyDeleteThat was good, wasn't it?
DeleteVery good. The closest I ever got to that kind of precision was back in the 80s when I called Mine Group ONE 20 times a day and let my finger do the dialing.
ReplyDeleteHeh. Did ONE have DSN, or were they on some sorta ring-down network? I remember dialing up radar sites in the '60s on a ring-down network, which meant you had to dial the phone number of EVERY SINGLE LOCATION in between you and the place you were calling... which could be up to 30 digits. Srsly, no shit. And you had to start over if you fat-fingered ONE digit.
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