The Boy and I stopped at Todaro’s Music on Lansdowne Ave to window shop while we waited to meet Sleeping Beauty for lunch. For a while I have been nurturing my inner musician, fooling with the drums at church and watching The Mister’s cousin show the kids some rudiments. Nothing serious, but still, something tugged at me.
I left the store twenty bucks poorer and grade school drum sticks and drum pad richer.
I’m a drummer again!
It’s been twenty something years since I seriously studied percussion. Queenie in one of her cleaning fits, got rid of all my high school music gear. I faintly remember paradiddle, a flam, and how to read music.
Of course, Apple solves that. There’s an app for learning the basics (Drum Library and Drum Dictionary) and a metronome (I digging iBeat) to help keep your rhythm. In no time I’ll be like the greats:
Sheila E
Or my personal favorite, Terri Lyne Carrington:
For now, I’m a paradiddle away from a gig.
~ Created on the fly by Mrsrkfj
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