I use to have a friend that
loved to blame everyone else for his life failures and disappointments: most
notably he would blame his parents.
His history was that of a fellow drummer that played in several bands
with little or no success until he finally quit, got a day job, became married
and started a family. All of this,
mind you, he claims is his father’s fault. He shared a story from his childhood that was pretty much
identical to not just my own, but many of my drummer friends. To disprove his theory, I told him the
below story.
When I was five years, I fell in love with the sound of drums. I knew right away that I wanted to be a drummer. I rushed to my father and begged him to put me into a class for drummers or find me a drum instructor. My father was a musician himself and would often brag in front of his friends that he knew the best drum instructor in St. Louis and would enroll me into this instructor’s class. Long story shortened, my father came up with plenty of exc…
When I was five years, I fell in love with the sound of drums. I knew right away that I wanted to be a drummer. I rushed to my father and begged him to put me into a class for drummers or find me a drum instructor. My father was a musician himself and would often brag in front of his friends that he knew the best drum instructor in St. Louis and would enroll me into this instructor’s class. Long story shortened, my father came up with plenty of exc…