The beat goes on and on and on and on!

The nervous beatkeeper did his best to keep the rhythm steady. It's not that he couldn't keep the beat, deliver a unique tap, or even make quality noise. He just wasn't able to do it very long.

Dum-dum-dum-dum---dum--dum.......pause.......dut-dut--dut-dut--dut-dut......pause.....

The little drummer could really sprout an even roll. It was smooth, but solid. He could rock! Suddenly, I feel my foot tapping to his work. I didn't want to tap my foot, that would certainly draw too much attention, but I couldn't help it. You get sucked in by his beats. Its like a bad car wreck: you just can't look away.

Tat tat tat tat tat tat......pause......doot, doot, doot, doot, dootdootdoot, doot doot.......

His only flaw.... a complete lack of confidence. Just when he found his unique groove, he stopped, ashamed of his work. He thought for a bit, then got right back to it. While too shy to keep the beat going too long, he was too afraid to keep silent.

Pop, pop, pop, ding ding! Pop, pop, pop, ding, ding!

Who is this mind-numbing percussionist?















Our ceiling fan in the middle of the night. Not exactly the beat you want to hear all night long.