What does it mean if you hear drums when you shower?

I haven't posted anything (personally) on here in a while. So much so, that as I type this I'm talking to Cam on MSN and had to ask him for the login info. My memory is amazing, but it's short.

My shower had a soundtrack this morning. Drums. Aggressive, angry drums, coming from below my feet...drum sounds borne out of the angst of a childhood spent on the Mighty Miramichi.

Those crazy peddlers of irony, rock, and high fashion known as The Silent are my "People Under the Stairs". They've invaded Ye Olde "Studio 54" (also known as Ye Olde My Basement) to work on some new stuff. That doesn't really have anything to do with us, other than I wanted to be a bit of a wiener (can I say that on TV?) and steal their thunder, cuz that's what friends do. If you don't look forward, you should, to whatever they pump out next cuz it's soundin' good. Although, I feel like Marc may have had a bad experience with an electrical appliance and is now unfairly taking it out on all appliances through song. Ye Olde...heh...funny.

We, the SOMERS gang, are gonna take over the place tonite and work on some stuff again. Cam's been busy workin' on some tuneage as has J so lookin' forward to wrestlin' some of those ideas on to tape (or hard drive, but tape sounds way hipper). We're also gonna throw down our own special versions of a couple of worship tunes we didn't write...I think the kids call that a "cover" (which to me is something you sleep under, or an assumed identity involving a moustache and aviator sunglasses).

We're still trying to find money to get our project underway as well, so if you have any, please send it to us. In exchange, we will provide you with a tasteful and personalized thank you card a free car wash.

That is all.
Jeff

Listening to:
Nothing...my sister took my iPod to Toronto.