Yes, that is a bummer. I know it! Sorry you can't play at all. I hear your lament, but I also hear your words of much wisdom and it really helps to read them. No, you can't replay your life. Only in memory, which is what makes me feel sad and regret. I shouldn't live with regret. I know it's bad.
There's nothing--no-thing--like playing live. I also really enjoyed recording though. Two very different animals. I was good at both. I did a bit of session work and it was great. When I played with Rickie Lee, that was a treat. I have to say I have more regret with being on the road. I wish it didn't burn me out so badly. It really took a toll on me physically and mentally and I didn't see it coming. I guess that happens to a lot of musicians though. Some take their life over it and I can totally see how.
I did use Remo heads, but on top they were batterheads. I don't know what they make those out of, but they are not real pigskin--I don't imagine. The bottoms were clear, so those would be mylar. I see what you're saying now. You get more volume with a batterhead on top.
I used the shortest sticks they made, which were Phil Collins signature sticks, a bit thicker than a jazz stick. I tended to hold them on the wee bottom of the stick (like you would a hammer) and practically in the palms of my hands at times, so I needed them to be short. It's a weird technique, but after many years, that's how I held them. Hard to explain it. I'd have to show it. I was a hard hitter. I didn't play traditionally, I guess it's called "match stick." I had one teacher that insisted on playing traditional and it was a pain in my ass, but he was one of the most respected teachers in the world and I did what he said, then re-practiced match stick.
I worked very hard to be a good drummer. I took to it easily, I won't lie, but I know I practiced more than probably any guy. I had to. There were hardly any girls then. I only knew of Sheila E in the early days. I met two other girls at Musician's Institute and we were the first of three to ever attend the school. If I wanted to be taken seriously, I had to blow any guy away, not just be good "for a girl." I never wanted to hear that in my life. I'm not kidding when I say I practiced eight hours a day for the first seven years. I skipped school to do this and was absolutely relentless.
Sorry for the long post. I went overboard.
Beautiful guitar by the way!