Acidline303
Senior Member
This topic has been covered to death but I wanted to share the experience I had last Friday where one particular drummer pretty much offended every common sense "do not" that a drummer might face when sharing someone else's kit.
My band was playing a run down grungy DIY venue (thats meant to imply awesomeness), and I helped the space owner all through the week in getting the place up to snuff, including running sound with my bands PA and working security/bar when I had downtime. I agreed to share my Spaun kit with the other bands provided the bring the usual things (cymbals, pedal, snare, sticks)
The place was packed. It's 110 degrees inside even with a warehouse air blower. The kit is miked and sounds colossal, the room lends itself really well to huge amp sounds and long vocal delays. The crowd was a refreshingly diverse mix of punks, hipsters, metalheads, queercore kids, and randoms from the neighborhood....all really drunk and all pouring out energy. My band burned through a short set with new material and killed it. Good bands. Every one of the other drummers was really considerate with my kit, asking questions, making good conversation....until the very last band. It went something like this.
- Drummer shows up...."hey man I can't find my pedal"
"you need to find one then"
"okay I'll ask the guy from _______"
I go out front to take care of a tense situation with some neighborhood gangstas who aren't being allowed in.
I come back
- "Where is my second floor tom?"
"oh I moved it over here cuz I only play with a 4 piece"
Tom is laying on top of a toolbox.
"I JUST put new reso heads on that man, this is a $3000 drum kit, get it off the floor, have you ever owned anything?"
I walk behind the kit and put the tom in it's case, then someone calls me over to fix an issue with one of the bass cabinets.
I turn around and he's lowered every single multiclamp for the toms, pulled the convertible staight/boom stand out, removed the boom clamps for my splashes, and pulled my iron cobra double out, attached it to the kick and left the slave pedal draped over a tripod foot.
I'm fuming and about to murder this guy with bare hands when someone shouts at me to get outside because the argument has turned into a fight. One of the girls has punched one of the gangstas and he hit her back....melee ensues....Fight moves itself down the street and out of our control so I go back inside....
I see my kit, with the weirdest haphazard boom angles, everything a foot lower than I play at looking nothing like what I carefully put together over years of trial and error....
"hey man, do you have some sticks I can use?"

Their singer (who is the space owner) gets up and starts talking so instead of punching the guy I turn away and let the show happen.
Then I notice the guy not only has his own chewed up sticks, but has unpacked my snare......and he hits with the most awkward stiff arm delivery I've ever seen.
Right now I'm thinking theres gonna be a second melee up in this place.
His band plays a short 20 minute set and finishes while I'm outside. I come back in to start packing and notice his sticks had red paint on them so my snare head is a smudgy green/red mess. Not only that, the guy showed up straight from work and took his sweaty shirt and nasty shoes off and just left them on top of the drum bags for me to move. He's already removed his cymbals (the single correct thing he did all night) and bailed for home. So I'm left to talk this out with the venue owner, who I'm friends with.
"This show was really great, yes! let's do more......but I have to tell you, Nick will never come anywhere near my drums again, and if he's smart, he wont come anywhere near me either....just so you know."
As best as I tried using the sharpie marks I left on my stands, the kit is just off now....feels like something completely different and I will have to get used to it.
TL;DR: Don't be a Nick.
My band was playing a run down grungy DIY venue (thats meant to imply awesomeness), and I helped the space owner all through the week in getting the place up to snuff, including running sound with my bands PA and working security/bar when I had downtime. I agreed to share my Spaun kit with the other bands provided the bring the usual things (cymbals, pedal, snare, sticks)
The place was packed. It's 110 degrees inside even with a warehouse air blower. The kit is miked and sounds colossal, the room lends itself really well to huge amp sounds and long vocal delays. The crowd was a refreshingly diverse mix of punks, hipsters, metalheads, queercore kids, and randoms from the neighborhood....all really drunk and all pouring out energy. My band burned through a short set with new material and killed it. Good bands. Every one of the other drummers was really considerate with my kit, asking questions, making good conversation....until the very last band. It went something like this.
- Drummer shows up...."hey man I can't find my pedal"
"you need to find one then"
"okay I'll ask the guy from _______"
I go out front to take care of a tense situation with some neighborhood gangstas who aren't being allowed in.
I come back
- "Where is my second floor tom?"
"oh I moved it over here cuz I only play with a 4 piece"
Tom is laying on top of a toolbox.
"I JUST put new reso heads on that man, this is a $3000 drum kit, get it off the floor, have you ever owned anything?"
I walk behind the kit and put the tom in it's case, then someone calls me over to fix an issue with one of the bass cabinets.
I turn around and he's lowered every single multiclamp for the toms, pulled the convertible staight/boom stand out, removed the boom clamps for my splashes, and pulled my iron cobra double out, attached it to the kick and left the slave pedal draped over a tripod foot.
I'm fuming and about to murder this guy with bare hands when someone shouts at me to get outside because the argument has turned into a fight. One of the girls has punched one of the gangstas and he hit her back....melee ensues....Fight moves itself down the street and out of our control so I go back inside....
I see my kit, with the weirdest haphazard boom angles, everything a foot lower than I play at looking nothing like what I carefully put together over years of trial and error....
"hey man, do you have some sticks I can use?"

Their singer (who is the space owner) gets up and starts talking so instead of punching the guy I turn away and let the show happen.
Then I notice the guy not only has his own chewed up sticks, but has unpacked my snare......and he hits with the most awkward stiff arm delivery I've ever seen.
Right now I'm thinking theres gonna be a second melee up in this place.
His band plays a short 20 minute set and finishes while I'm outside. I come back in to start packing and notice his sticks had red paint on them so my snare head is a smudgy green/red mess. Not only that, the guy showed up straight from work and took his sweaty shirt and nasty shoes off and just left them on top of the drum bags for me to move. He's already removed his cymbals (the single correct thing he did all night) and bailed for home. So I'm left to talk this out with the venue owner, who I'm friends with.
"This show was really great, yes! let's do more......but I have to tell you, Nick will never come anywhere near my drums again, and if he's smart, he wont come anywhere near me either....just so you know."
As best as I tried using the sharpie marks I left on my stands, the kit is just off now....feels like something completely different and I will have to get used to it.
TL;DR: Don't be a Nick.