The Little Drummer Girl In Lockdown

The kit is fab! I contacted Cherisse a few days back to see about having a lesson. She got back to me on Wednesday afternoon saying she had had a late cancellation for the following day (yesterday) if I wanted it.

HELL YES! was my reply. The lesson was, as always, great. She fills me with so much confidence and makes me believe that I can actually do it. All it takes is – practice, practice, practice. Even if for just 30 mins every other day, as long as it’s consistent with a structure to it, then…it’ll come.

She reminded me yesterday that I couldn’t even do the basic 4/4 repertoire when I first started, so I HAVE progressed even though I fell I haven’t progressed that much. I have!

The girl is good! I love her to bits! Thanks, Cherisse! Looking forward to the next one.

There is the odd plus side to lockdown…

To The Drum…

Had a Facetime lesson with Cherisse yesterday – which is pretty daft, seeing as all I have are drum sticks and sod all else. BUT…what it did do is remind me how much I actually love it, when I am not caught up in getting terse with myself and wanting to run before I can walk.

And I don’t know whether she was just being kind but she said to me yesterday that I really do have it in me to do it, which was great to hear because I just feel like I just don’t have the coordination and I know my hi-hat playing SUCKS ARSE. Lol. But I KNOW it sucks arse – so…I gotta work on it. All of it.

Yesterday’s lesson just highlighted how much I missed it! And I was ssoooo dedicated last year. Having my weekly practice at Mill Hill – walking to and back from Luton Parkway station every Saturday, then going and practicing for one or (usually) two hours. It was my whole Saturday, basically.

I miss it! I have room for a kit here. In the house. In my bedroom. In the garage. There’s ample room.

I just need to get it. I WILL GET A KIT. I WILL GET A KIT. I WILL GET A KIT!

And, as soon as this lockdown thing is over and there is some sort of return to normality – Scott, if you’re reading this – we HAVE to have a jam session over in the southside.

Drum Lesson And Practice – June 29th, 2019

Yesterday was the first tuition I’ve had in two months. Gareth was great. Started me back right from scratch, really. We went right back to basics. We worked on stick grip, rudiments, grooves and fills.

I can’t really talk a lot about it…not really going into much detail. And it felt a lot to take in yesterday because I was so apprehensive about it, but really excited too. There was a lot to take in. Well, it felt a lot yesterday and because I’m so anxious about it all, not everything sinks in immediately.

I checked with Gareth that he wouldn’t mind me recording the lesson. He was fine with that. I won’t be sharing any of that, but I will still share a bit of my own practice here and there.

I’m really thankful that he’s okay with me recording because as it was with Cherisse, upon playback, things register better. My brain absorbs the information better and I always have it to reference it.

I’m about halfway through listening to yesterday’s lesson…and I just lost it. Gareth had me playing along to (rather ironically) No Woman No Cry…and I just started blubbing like a fool. I could just feel it and I could see him in the room with me, helping me keep to the beat, dancing around the room to it and it was just lovely thinking about it…and I just lost it, I feel like an idiot! (I’m crying all over again typing this out! I’m such an oversensitive idiot.)

I’ve just wanted this for so, so long. It was like the 8 year old me was in that room yesterday, learning.

As you get older…once you get to adulthood, you just think all this stuff is just too late. That it’s too late and you’ve missed your chance and it’s all gone. “Don’t bother now. It’s too late. You’re too old. You can’t afford it. And you’ll never learn. You’ll never pick it up. Your mind is young enough. You won’t be as much of a sponge.”

I still feel like that. The adult me says…”You’re 48! Why bother now? Where’s the money gonna come from? How will anything sink in?”

And then I was listening to the lesson and how it was all sinking in and just listening to the playing. Hearing myself play to Bob Marley…and it’s joyous and liberating and wonderful and that 8 year old is there inside saying “Wow. This is cool. I’m getting this. And my teacher is cool. And we’re having fun. And I’m learning and playing…”

And now my face is an absolute mess!

Such a silly cow.

So yesterday was wonderful. And I still want this. More than ever.

But how I continue to do? Who knows…

We’ll see.