Barry the Tympani Player
In last night’s dream I was playing timpani for some orchestra. I had just purchased my own set of three tymps: one worked correctly, one couldn’t be tuned properly and was stuck on one note, and one was rectangular (!!!) and looked like a farmer’s sink. Barry Baudanza was playing the xylophone. He said to me “This piece really needs the sound of calfskin; do you have a skin head you could use?” Then he said “Let’s go over this section where we play the same theme.” I looked at the music, and I was supposed to play this descending chromatic melody which would have been difficult on three WORKING timpani, let alone the crazy set I had. I handed my mallets to Barry and said “I’m a drum set player. I played tymps in high school, but I’m not cut out for this orchestra.” Barry scoffed, but I could tell he was annoyed. Then another player came up and showed us his new stick bag, so the conversation turned to Reunion Blues bags, and I woke up.