Charlie, my son, and section leaders for the percussion section, was practicing in band for this Thursday’s concert.

He was playing the bongos, and there was an incident.

I got the following texts:

I pulled a Pete Townshend.

………

I was playing the bongo part when I looked down and saw pink on one of the heads. I played too hard and the skin came off one of my knuckles.

I replied:

Thank God you didn’t pull a Keith Moon.

We would have to pay to rebuild the f%$#ing stage.

No worries, ‘Tis but a scratch.

He’s still good for the concert.