OLD Unites Across The AtlanticMartin Osborne
I’d recently joined a band after a year or two’s drought of no playingand the buzz from playing again urged me to pursue some online forums basedaround drumming.
Through that search Ifound onlinedrummer.com and I registered and was welcomed in like I was an oldfriend by the members.
I just got stuckin and realised that I was not alone in being an experienced drummer, and that also, the members ranged from youngsters to seasoned veteran drummers and also born again drummers, people who take up drumming at a late age, normally a deep psychological condition known as my mum and dad wouldn’t let me have a drum kit when I was young syndrome.
Shokwave and I shared commonground on being of a similar age and our humour style was akin to a naturalbrotherhood, one lifetime past, we must’ve been twins.
It became apparent that we were on a collision course when Darren (his real name) announced that he was going to be visiting London in the October on business, with his wife Sylvia.
We announced our meeting the forum as “OLD unites across the Atlantic�”
Some trivial words but the impact of it still hasn’t left me, the Internet is a wonderful tool but a dangerous one in the wrong hands, luckily this is a case of the internet bringing strangers together.
I mean for all we both knew, we repotentially meeting up with a mad axe murderer each, but we both were very keen to meet up and visit some London drum shops on the way.
I then sent him an email saying that it would be totally rude if we didn’t meet up and have a day out in London seeing the sights.
So we agreed on a date and a place to meetand also we agreed that we�d visit the Tower of London and also Madame Tussards.
Signed and sealed, all we had to do was count the days.
The day we were meeting up was Saturday 7th October, the day before my birthday.
So my wife, Lisa, and I got up at stupid-O’clock on the Saturday morning and caught the first train to London.
We needn’t have worried because as soon as Lisa and I were through the gate, we we’re met by Darren pointing and shouting out my name and Sylvia right behind him.
Darren reached into a carrier bag and produced and black baseball cap with the Sabian cymbal logo on the front, and they both gave Lisa and I pin badges from their region in Canada, impressed was an understatement, guilt was even so because I hadn’t been so thoughtful.
We’re in your hands Martin, Said Darren, so I ordered a Full English Breakfast with a mug of coffee.
Three heavily laden plates with eggs, bacon, toast, beans, mushrooms�..well you get the picture, and Sylvia’s face was a picture. I told them that they won’t need to eat for the rest of the day.
They both nodded silently.
The entry price was the annual defence budget for the USA, but we had decided to go in, after all,Darren and Sylvia had come this far.
Several photos taken and we ended up outside wondering why we had parted with so much cash for so little entertainment.
We made our way to the London underground which is not for the faint hearted to travel on anyday, let alone a busy shopping day like Saturday.
We were told that we could only hit two or three, but that became three or four, or maybe even fiveby the time we met back up with the ladies, who had gone for a coffee in a caf’ after the second drum store.
The Royal family jewels are a wonderment to see, the security doors to protect them are even more impressive, yup, Darrenand I were more interested in the “vault” doors than the queens African Diamondwhich the girls seemed to marvel at.
A peaceful stroll around the grounds of the Tower of London and it was then a photo shoot of Tower Bridge.
Sohonever fails to impress me, for a people watcher, Soho is a mecca of different individuals.
No matter what you are,you can be accepted in Soho, it was ideal for the four of us.
We passed theatres and restaurants and nothing took our fancy until I found a Harry Ramsden restaurant.
Darren, still alittle unsure I think, followed me and ordered exactly the same as me, I got a pint of Guinness with my meal, as did Darren, so there were many firsts that day for Darren.
Back on the underground and we all agreed it was a great day, if not tiring as we had walked a lot, but friendships had been made and invites to Canada were plenty,even so with the added fact that Darren and Sylvia live near the town where Sabian cymbals are manufactured.
A farewell and one last photo of the four of us and we had to board our train, it was like saying goodbye to a long lost relative in my opinion.
That feeling doesn’t come along that often so grab it when you can.
All I can say to Darren after meeting him is “Thanks Bro”
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