JimFiore
Silver Member
When I was in 4th grade our teacher selected a bunch of us to be in band. I'm not exactly sure why she chose whom she chose but I was one of them. For the first half of the year everyone learned flutophone. We all learned to read basic music this way and play as a group. In the second half of the year we got to pick our instrument. The only thing that interested me was the drums. Again, I'm not sure why. Mind you, this was band percussion, not kit. I was given a pair of sticks by the instructor (Ludwig 9A, I still remember). Shortly after that my mother bought me a small gum rubber practice pad (also Ludwig) and then for Christmas a year later I received a snare drum (definitely not Ludwig). I used to try to play along to songs by hitting the rim with my right stick for the ride and HH, and using the snare for all of the snare/tom sounds. I'd stomp my right heel for the kick, silently, of course. I'm sure it sounded like s*** to anyone who was listening.
On the Christmas that I received my snare drum I was to learn the single most important thing about being a drummer, something that has shaped my drumming experience ever since. By that afternoon I had been asked to move my new snare drum into the garage and play it there as it was too loud in the house. The basement was next.
On the Christmas that I received my snare drum I was to learn the single most important thing about being a drummer, something that has shaped my drumming experience ever since. By that afternoon I had been asked to move my new snare drum into the garage and play it there as it was too loud in the house. The basement was next.