"Of course the hyper kid is a drummer," I say to Katie, who nods.
"He's actually pretty good," she observes as the real drummer comes up in the middle of what sounds like a solo the kid lifted off of Lars Ulrich, grabs the cymbal to mute it, and makes a slashing movement across his throat with his other hand.
One year ago: Spooky
Two years ago: Nothing
Three years ago: Public Service
Four years ago: My Brainstorms Tend Toward the Impractical