Being a DJ at a bar who gets the dance floor going, or a drummer who rocks, were two ongoing dreams during my twenties. Life happened, as it does, and the fantasies faded. Then as I was driving in the car a few weeks ago, The B-52’s “Rock Lobster” played. The thought, I wish I could drum  crossed my mind. Then, as if my thoughts were heard, Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” played next. I mean, COME ON. Not only are the drums uplifting, the song’s association with Rocky III in a