I once lived in a remote village away from all the hustle and bustle of the city. I'm not sure what a bustle is and I'd bet good money neither will you until you google it. Go ahead. I'll wait. Ok I didn't really wait. I kept typing but you better be back here reading the rest of this and not go clicking around the internet when all you had to do was look up bustle. You go clicking around long enough and who knows where you'll end up. No one really cares what a bustle is anyway so forget that. Back to the story.
Anyway in that village there really wasn't all that much to do for fun so we decided to form a band. Everyone likes music right? Only problem is we couldn't find a drummer. We kept asking around if anyone knew any drummers or anyone wanted to maybe pick up learning to play the drums. We were getting pretty desperate because what's a band without a drummer? Then Jim, his name wasn't really Jim but let's just call him Jim to protect the innocent. Actually he wasn't really all that innocent either you see 'ol Jimbo there was a bit of a hooligan. He'd get into trouble with the law all the time. Nothing major or anything just little scrapes here and there. What would happen is Jim had a sister and she was...for lack of a better term never lonely. So one day one of the guys he says "Hey Jim how's your cum dumpster sister doin?" Then Jim would answer with a right hook followed by a left jab and the 2 would get in trouble for fighting. Speaking of dumpsters, 'ol Jim would go dumpster diving for scraps you know like used printers people threw away or something and sell them on ebay. Only problem was he'd be trespassing on private property because the dumpster wasn't his. Why people hire security to protect garbage is anyone's guess but they do. It's not like he was looking for evidence or anything. He wasn't involved in corporate espionage just looking for useful junk to sell.
Anyway, short story long, Jim got the idea to get an electronic drum machine. Well the other boys just weren't having any of it. "Electronic drum machine? Are you nuts? If we're gonna make music it's real or nothin!"
Ok so at this point we're thinking maybe this band idea isn't going to work out when one of the locals starts telling us about some kid in town they call the little drummer boy. We all looked at each other puzzled. What? Who is he talking about? We had never heard of any kids named little drummer boy before.
So the local says yeah he overheard some people at a restaurant talking about some little drummer boy and that we should seek him out. Well we got a description of the people he overheard and we tracked them down to a little yellow house high up on a hill in the northwest part of town.
We went over there and rang the doorbell. We knocked on the door. We weren't sure if anyone was even home because there wasn't a car in the driveway or anything. Then the door opens and this lady says "Hello, what can I do you boys for?" We all looked at each other like what the...
So after introducing ourselves as a new band in town in need of a drummer she gets this puzzled look on her face like she doesn't know what we're talking about. We tell her we heard the little drummer boy lives here. She immediately broke out in laughter. She said "Oh that's my son Lonnie! He impaled his eardrum with a Q-tip the other day and we were all poking fun of him and calling him the little drummer boy.