DrumDude and I had kind of a falling out a few months back… over something really stupid (as most fallings-out are over). And it stinks, too, because I really miss him. He had a really unique way of looking at the world, even though he did make goofy-ass comments in my Livejournal and admittedly tried to drive me insane by calling me every day, multiple times a day, for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
He used to opine that we were just about as diametrically opposed as we could possibly be. But we made really good friends anyway. I thought he was the most amazing drummer alive, andhe thought I was a talented singer and a good Karaoke host. In fact, few things fascinated him more than my Karaoke shows and my regular singers who attended them–he even had this crazy notion about filming a documentary about Karaoke and the characters who delight in getting drunk and singing to their fellow drunks.
I wish I wasn’t so damn stubborn. If I weren’t, I’d contact him again. But I am.
A few months ago, a friend f mine from my high school drama days passed away. A month or so later, a bartender at the venue where I do my Thursday night show also passed away (I will readily admit that I really only knew her by reputation only). And both events got me to thinking, however clichéd and hackneyed the concept, that life really is fleeting; in the words of Col. Sherman T. Potter, “life is a now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t kind of affair.” It occurs to me that I should really try and overcome my stubbornness and contact DrumDude again–friends as good as DrumDude are very difficult to come by.
I don’t really believe that DrumDude called me multiple times a day because he was trying to drive me insane. He was doing it because he’s a good friend.
August 25th, 2009 at 1:05 pm
For crying out loud, CALL HIM! Life is too goddam short to hang onto grudges like this. Potter was right. And friends are hard enough to come by, as it is, without dumping them over some one silly thing. If he was that good a friend, he certainly didn’t mean to upset you or hurt your feelings, did he? If he did it deliberately, then he wasn’t much of a friend to begin with. Get a grip and call the guy.
The “Other Guy?” The one who lives up North of here? I heard a little about how easily he could and did push your buttons, and maybe he wasn’t that good a friend, anyway. But this is different, and you should deal with it before it becomes too late. You’ll be glad you did.