"Good morning, world," Cody murmurs, as enthusiastically as one could be before the requisite morning coffee. "What's it gonna be today? What's on the musical docket?"
"Why don't you play some beats on the new cajon - keep trying to open up the sound on that stiff, freshly-made faceboard," the smooth Puerto Rican accent suggests.
"No, you gotta hit the kanjira - get the trikala happening!" demands the Indian voice with characteristic intensity.
"You know, your groove wasn't swingin' quite right last night. Get on the kit and shed that!" commands the drill sergeant.
"Hey, man. Do you even remember how to play marimba? Now that you have one sitting in your living room, those ii-V-I's could use some work," suggests the lovable hippie jazzer.
Man! Such is the percussionist's dilemma. Schizophrenia reigns! Too much to do to be blogging. But I'll keep trying and posting thoughts here as they come:)
