I played my drums this morning - just one quick song streaming through my hand-me-down iPod knock-off... "My Alien" by Simple Plan.
It's the first time this week I've picked up the drumsticks. I think I might have once last week. I can't remember. The weeks, the mornings, just blur together.
By necessity I'm focusing my time on making money right now, and I realize I will never, ever, ever make any money playing the drums, so it really makes no sense to play them at all. But I'm old enough not to worry too much about making sense or being logical, and last night my blood pulsed to the beat of other drummers, firing me up to grab my drumsticks this morning and pound away.
My sweet friend Liane, knowing I have a soft spot for drums (if not a drop of talent) invited me to a performance of Drumline Live.
Oh, man. Even from the balcony where we sat...even with my fading 50+ eyesight...those flying, dancing drumsticks on the stage below mesmerized me. I felt the beat. Tapped it out with my foot. Longed to mimic the movements with my hands.
I know I'll never be that good. Now maybe, if I practiced an hour or two every day...maybe then I'd be a passable drummer. But at this rate, well, I might have lots of dreams, but I don't live in a dream world. But I have fun playing. I play for me.
The thing is, just because you're not the best at something - or even any good - if you have fun doing it, then do it. Do it for yourself. Do it to the best of your ability, but don't worry about anything else.
Hope you enjoy these drummer videos - friends send them to me to inspire me, and they do, but my skills resemble those of the last one much more than the first two...and I'm sure always will! Thanks anyway Mike, Tom, and Doug. Keep 'em coming!
(Ignore the 'wrong gig' part of the first one and just enjoy his drumming. Who named this, anyway?)
This girl's amazing!
And then there's me...but see the smile on my face?