It was a performance of Led Zeppelin classics that propelled me to finally try to learn the drums.
I’m really digging it. When I went to grab my sticks a couple of weeks ago, something grabbed my eye. It seems a couple of legends are on my side, too.
Last weekend I bought a used drum kit, with upgraded cymbals, from a kid who has turned in the skins in favour of playing guitar. Hubby happily schlepped them out of the kid’s house and into ours. So this is my view at least once a day.
You can’t see the high-hat to the left and the ride to the right and, yes, those are towels on the snare and bass. It’s the only way the cat and I are going to live in harmony when I play!
My instructor is awesome and patient and my Saturday morning class is the fastest half-hour of my week.
An old friend here in London, who was my neighbour when I lived in a townhouse in the 80s, has for years been a drummer/percussionist with Barenaked Ladies. I can’t imagine ever even having the guts to even hold my sticks in front of him. I have no illusions about doing anything with whatever ability I can develop, beyond the joy of learning something new. And when it comes to where it registers on the fun scale, I think I chose an 11!