Two K custom cymbals, an A Custom crash, and mastersound hi-hat.
Gone.
I thought they were loaded into my vehicle after our worship service in the park.
I was wrong.
Once I realized that they were lost, I began to remember…
The shows I played
The sounds they made
How Much They Cost…
I’m not going to lie. I felt like throwing up. It was enough to almost make a grown man cry…ok maybe I DID cry, but who’s keeping score?
Then it was FOUND!
Then I began to remember…
The sheep
The coin
It was enough to almost make a grown man cry…ok maybe I DID cry, but who’s keeping score?
Comments
4 responses to “The Day My Cymbals Were Lost”
Hey it takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.
Hey it takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.
It is funny…now that I have found them =)
It is funny…now that I have found them =)