Rhythm Methodist

I've been rehearsing with this band that needed a fill-in drummer for an upcoming gig in Harrisonburg. We rehearse in a church basement, a space we have access to through the keyboardist, who has the inestimable connections that come with playing in the church band (despite being a rabid atheist; go figure).

Now, I don't consider myself particularly profane. Sure, I drop the occasional "Goddammit", but I tend to be a good personal censor. I never swear in front of my parents, and I rarely curse at work.

In this church, I am helplessly sacrilicious. I can't help but to sound like a sailor. Maybe it's because we're playing Teh Rock Muzick, but, fuck, I'm going to get us kicked out.