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to celebrate my inaugural exhibition of single drumsticks at williamsburg’s city reliquary, we played outside where apparently greenpoint journalists roam the “beat” looking for a “scoop”. did I just type “beat”? I did. I did not mean it like that. bad girl. I am going to punish myself. did I just type “pun”ish? nono, make it stop.

city reliquary:
http://www.dhlabsnyc.com/
the city reliquary is at 307 grand st at the corner of havemeyer in williamsburg. check it out, it is one of those notfamous but amazing little new york oddities.

here is my “artist’s” statement:

Over the course of several years of playing the drums, I have experienced the unfortunate but unavoidable problem of broken drumsticks many times over. The broken stick must be discarded (or used to prop up a plant or stir paint), but sometimes its surviving mate can be matched with another stick of the same brand and type.

But drummers are notoriously capricious creatures with short-lived allegiances when it comes to drumsticks, so eventually we are left with many singles varying in brand, thickness, length, type of wood, type of tip, &c. when a stick cannot be matched. Throwing out a perfectly good drumstick, though its mating potential is nil, seems deeply wasteful, barbaric, like burning the wife on the pyre of the dead husband, a kind of drumstick Sati.

So the proprietor of the City Reliquary, Dave Herman, good soul that he is, has allowed me to display my collection of surviving single drumsticks, each of whom has undergone extensive drumstick therapy and none of whom suffer survivor guilt or grief of any type.

The crown jewels of my collection has to be the “unbreakable” synthetic Mainline sticks which I was able to crack either through poor technique or an unfortunately-landed rimshot. Is this false advertising on their part? No, it only served to make me feel powerful and macho and continues to do so each time I look at them.