Hello shriners, I want to make sure that everyone here has gone out to rent a copy of "What's Love Got To Do With It." For those who don't know the movie, it is about Tina Turner and how her low life ex husband, Ike Turner, used to beat her, have kids out of wedlock, do drugs and commit various other felonies. Now I am a Christian guy who kisses all asses. I found no problem taking money from this low life because it was a bigger name gig than the sad taco joints I normally play at in San Diego. You know, I want to be a drum star more than anything. To get more endorsements, I even have offered the then virgin ass of my young son, just to get drum heads. Evans still would not give me a 50% off deal. I thought I was now such a big shot that I told Brian Spaun to shove it. Yamaha laughed at me, so I had to work fast to get a back up. Poor Ray Ayotte is really hurting, so he gave me a deal, but low and behold, old Ike canned me for bad time, no groove and trying to force my silly linear drumming into his old shuffles. Now I am a big deal Taye endorser who plays at Sea World. I am also willing to give lessons to all you shriners seeing that I am a big wig drummer. I only will charge you $100 per hour. I teach the following, How to go to NAMM with your press package and brown nose everyone for an endorsement. How to rail on and on about Spock's Beard and Steve Smith, yet never have a real gig myself. How to make fun of drummers who care about playing music vs being a drum star. How to be a a dumb ass kid from the south who tried to kill himself by taking too many Vicoden. How to pull your own braces out of your own mouth after your white trash parents had to take out a second to pay for them. How to try to kill your self with an OD of pain pills. If you want to be a drum star, send me your money and I will learn you all just how to be like me, Bill Ray, Sea World Drummers.