I Just Wanna Bang on the Drums All Day!

 Bear with me--I can explain...

So first of all, I found a stack of vinyl at my mom's today that I'd meant to take home a few weeks ago.  I brought them home today.

I think I may have mentioned this in another post.  I picked out, from the hundreds she has lying around, a few that I really felt like listening to.  I love Bossa Nova and usually listen to it in my car when I'm by myself, since no one else seems to like it but me.  Also, last Friday I ate at an amazing Brazilian restaurant and the lunch was only made better by the music and the rain. I had my son and my nephew with me.  I made a mental note to return sans the underage companions, although they did get in a nice game of chess while we waited for the rain to stop.  

I left hungry for more--food and music!

I put on a record I hadn't listened to before. The music reminded me of the soundtracks of a lot of the movies I saw on television when I was a kid.  Bonus:  the record was red.  A nice, transparent red which only made the experience even more fun.  And yes, that is my stereo.  The only one I own.  As far as I'm concerned, this is the only way to listen to vintage music.  You just can't duplicate the sound.

Never heard of Cal Tjader, but he was apparently a major force in the Latin/Jazz music scene.  I like him!

Hearing all that Latin rhythm made me want to join in.  I don't have any congas, but my son has this djembe.  The guitar is mine.  More about that another time.

 Given my level of talent, it really didn't matter.  My attempt to join in with the big band made me think of Lucy and her numerous schemes to get in the show.  

My hair was a hot mess anyway, so I couldn't take any pictures like that.  I also had been wanting to try a head wrap.  I would never go out like this, but whenever I see a woman with an intricate head wrap, it just looks so chic.  And it makes so much sense, especially on a really bad hair day. Mine is pretty tacky, but it served it's purpose. I was already wearing this dress.  I'm always barefoot. I ate the fruit. The stars aligned. 

(I'm really not that into it, I just thought it would make a funny pic!) 

So I listened to some great Latin Jazz today, including a Bossa Nova album from Quincy Jones.  I banged on the drums until the neighbor got angry, then I beat some more because of course, he had it coming.  I danced around the living room until my head wrap fell off.  I was getting a little carried away so I took a break.  It was fun however, and I will definitely be doing it again.

So here I am, in my apartment, alone, beating on the drums and channeling my inner Lucy.  I am wearing purple.  I think I may be becoming a little eccentric.  Cool.

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