My Nineteenth Mid Life Crisis.
Feb. 28th, 2014 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhythmaningWhen I was younger (so much younger than today) I played drums. I haven't set my drum kit up for maybe fifteen years, though "drummer" is one of the many things which I think define me.
I have for several years been thinking of getting an electronic drum kit. Mostly because during the off season, I don't really get much exercise. Playing drums is a very good upper body workout.
Electronic because - well, it doesn't make any noise. Unless your have the headphones plugged in. So no problems with the neighbours.
(An aside. When I was fifteen, my parents were woken up at 3am by our neighbours, complaining about my drumming in the middle of the night. My mother, confused, checked my bedroom where I was fast asleep. I wasn't playing drums. It turned out that they had been woken by their daughter's hamster, playing on his running wheel. They never again complained about any noise I made - though I was still very careful about when I played drums.)
A couple of weeks ago, I finally got around to it. I bought a drum kit, a Yamaha 450, with an extra cymbal thrown in. This kit, plus another cymbal.
It took a little while to set up - and it isn't quite set up properly yet. But it is great fun, if a little frustrating when I can't quite remember how to do things I know I can do.
I have dug out my book of drum rudiments and I'm trying to teach myself to read drum music. (Not easy.)
But mostly I'm having fun hitting things. Sorry, I mean exercising.
I have for several years been thinking of getting an electronic drum kit. Mostly because during the off season, I don't really get much exercise. Playing drums is a very good upper body workout.
Electronic because - well, it doesn't make any noise. Unless your have the headphones plugged in. So no problems with the neighbours.
(An aside. When I was fifteen, my parents were woken up at 3am by our neighbours, complaining about my drumming in the middle of the night. My mother, confused, checked my bedroom where I was fast asleep. I wasn't playing drums. It turned out that they had been woken by their daughter's hamster, playing on his running wheel. They never again complained about any noise I made - though I was still very careful about when I played drums.)
A couple of weeks ago, I finally got around to it. I bought a drum kit, a Yamaha 450, with an extra cymbal thrown in. This kit, plus another cymbal.
It took a little while to set up - and it isn't quite set up properly yet. But it is great fun, if a little frustrating when I can't quite remember how to do things I know I can do.
I have dug out my book of drum rudiments and I'm trying to teach myself to read drum music. (Not easy.)
But mostly I'm having fun hitting things. Sorry, I mean exercising.