I went to a wedding a few years ago now and after a substantial amount of champagne (What? It was French!) I got up with the band (of course) and belted the shiz out of some tambourine. I played that sucker like there was no tomorrow, bashing it against my hand and hip so hard that Stevie Nicks would have been proud of me.
It wasn’t until we got in the cab on the way home and even through the substantial champagne haze I sensed an injury. A tambourine gusto related injury. The next day a swollen, bruised hand woke me before the headache riddled brain woke me. It took days for that sucker to get back to normal and a lot longer for Rob to stop heckling me about it.
It seems my girls have inherited my shall we say, zest, for the music. If you are going to have a go, it’s best to have a red hot go don’t you think? Hope there is some tambourine bashing in your day today. Yay! It’s FRIDAY!