This Ain’t Made For Hittin’

I played the drums last night for worship at The Salvage Yard.

That in and of itself is not uncommon, but there were a few things that happened which are rare, at best.

It was a (somewhat) dark and (kinda) stormy night in October. There was a chill in the air and it was the time of year that I was reminded that the sunroof on my ’84 Mazda doesn’t always seal and therefor leaks, causing the passenger seat a poor place to keep important papers.

Or unimportant papers for that matter.

But that is neither here nor there, so we’ll continue on.

Drumming for worship is awesome. I kind of a “fly by the seat of your pants” drummer. No lessons, but what I lack in technique I make up for in heart.

We had two songs this week that started with a similar fill, and one of them was a new song. In my head I was worried about starting the song right and because of this I started into the second song, nailing the intro fill.

Only problem was that when I did this we had not yet played the first song. The worship leader had to stop us so that the electric guitar and I could get on the same page. Turns out we do the first song before any of the others.

No worries, I was able nail the intro the second time I started the song as well.

The second interesting thing that happened was during the altar song.

I was getting into it and my sticks were flying about when all of a sudden I hit myself in the back of the ear with my stick.

Hard. It was pretty red afterward and it’s a bit hard to just keep drumming after you beat yourself and are busy wondering if you’re bleeding or if anyone happened to see what just happened.

I don’t think anybody saw, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

It was a great night worshiping. A nice kick to the pride and stick to the ear, but a great night.

What’s an embarrassing thing  you’ve done on stage during worship?

Have you ever been in the congregation and distracted by something silly you saw on stage?


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