Dave Ingraham

Drums - Percussion

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Hi.I'm Dave.I play the drums.Drums are neat.I get paid to travel around and play my drums.That's swell.People envy me.Yeah,that's right,Envy,with a capital "E". while they're sitting in their suffocating little cubicle,or driving their cement truck,or saying "more decaf Ma'am?",or,like...you know..selling...stuff,they're thinking "Wow!..and to think that,right now,somewhere,Dave's out there drumming and getting paid for it!Oh,what I'd do to be him!" And who can blame'em? Not me,that's for darn sure. OK,so it's not always everything it's cracked up to be.I mean,ever try living on a bus with nine guys? Or maybe trying to sleep while packed into a bunk area that's quickly filling up with various fumes from those nine guys' various bodily orifices? Or how about having the generator die while driving through the desert during mid-day in the middle of the summer? (not good.)Or,I know,how about finally winding down for the evening(morning is more like it...5:00 a.m.),turning off the light,and cuddling up in your bunk,only to have a tire explode, blowing a hole through the floor,instantly filling the entire bus with thick toxic smoke,while your head is being pelted with chunks of rubber and wood which have been sucked through your bunk vent?(fun stuff!) Or have you ever been in a bus that's headed down a steep Colorado mountain, and have the bus' breaks go out on you,forcing the bus driver to make a last-second decision and plow the bus into a snow drift? (that decision just may have saved our lives,or at least limbs.) Or have you ever gotten touring-induced insomnia so badly that you had to drug yourself to sleep every night,eventually turning yourself into a "pharmaceutical junkie" against your will?Or how about getting a stomach flu while traveling,yet still having to get on stage in front of lots of people and attempt to play well,while barely even being able to control one's own bowels? Not memories I'll be cherishing anytime soon.But hey,I did mention the part about me playing drums and getting paid for it,right? That's pretty cool,yes? Damn right it is.I mean,come on,let's face it: you envy me and you know it. What's that? You don't? Yeah,well....whatever.