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			You see, Return knows this from personal experience. He just doesn't like to come to terms. 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			To answer your question, I used to drum in a band. Might pick it up again if me and Dustin decide to start a jam band. 
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			I knew somebody was gonna jump on that one. 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			(and that one there). 
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			Can't stand music.  Awful soul corrupting stuff.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
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			I could agree with your music hating more Elvis Chrisy. :p
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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			i have a recent video of me playing in an honor band at the University of Evansville....but i have no idea how to upload it or anything so.... 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			but anyways.... i do play bassoon, soprano/alto/tenor/bari saxophone, and percussion (i'm pretty good at the mallet stuff, but i was slightly mediocre with the whole snare drum crap) 
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			You callin' me a chick wee man :) 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
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			Horrorobsessed:  I remember!  Weren't you in a marching band?  And from what I hear Bassoon is bloody hard!  Hell, I can't do a thing with any woodwind instrument. 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Elvis: Maybe. What of it? :p It'd be cool to see you playing you're instrument. Hell, I don't care if it sucks! 
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			Our West African dance troop and stuff: 
		
		
		
		
		
		
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 Yeah, I was in a marching band. And yeah, bassoon is not very easy. I like it though. 
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