I don’t really know what triggered this memory, but today on the subway, I had a clear flashback of a wedding I went to in ‘92 or ‘93.

I was in the Celtic Frost at the time (a competition pipe band) and our pipe major, John McLeod was marrying his long-time girlfriend Vicky. The pipe band was invited so I made the treck from Sault Ste. Marie to Sudbury for the happy occasion.

It was a nice wedding but the highlight was playing during the reception. There were three of us from the Drum Corpse there and after playing with the pipes for a few tunes, we decided to play our “Drummers Salute”. Since we were all snare drummers, we decided to split things up. Brad played the snare, Ted played the bass and I played the tennor drum.

It was magic. When I say that playing was the highlight, I honestly mean it was one of the highlights of my life (so far). I don’t really know what happened but it was one of those singular moments where everything leaves your consciousness except for the music. While playing, everything just clicked. The world just faded… there wasn’t even a sense of self. It was one of those perfect moments.

When it was over, Brad, Ted and I looked at each other in shock… it was like we weren’t a part of what happend, we were just present. The crowd went cazy. I remember the look on John’s (the groom’s) face when he walked over with some shots for us.

Very few moments in my life have been able to equal that one.

One of my fondest memories is mixed with sadness, however. A little while after that wedding, John, the groom committed suicide. I guess he was struggling with some issues for a long time. He hung himself at work.

Anyway, I don’t know why that memory hit me between Davisville and St. Claire on the way to work today, but I’m kind-a glad did.

~ Jason