Terrible Drummer

Last week, I wasn’t a drummer at all. I’d never played drums before. As of this week, I am a terrible drummer.

I’m not sure when or how the idea first got into my head. When listening to any kind of music, my attention is frequently drawn to the rhythm, the drum line that sits within the music and gives it form. In recent years I’ve found myself increasingly drawn to music with strong percussive textures and intricate beats. But I hadn’t been thinking about actually drumming myself.

Then a couple weeks ago I started looking on Craig’s list to see just exactly what a used drum set cost. Hadn’t I read drumming is good for your mental and physical health? (Yes.) Could I make room for one in my garage? (Yes.) Or could I fit one in my living room? (Sure…)

So the Monday before Thanksgiving, after getting home from work, I found myself looking at an add for a descent looking set of drums (although, what do I know?) and message a guy about coming over that night.

And now I’m a terrible drummer.