Drum Class

[talyen]

During a blissful and fun weekend with C, I did get to practice on her drum for a while, by myself. Did I mention that she drums? African drums and other percussion. One of the first few times I saw her, she was drumming with Drummunity and they don't just drum, they get the audience to become part of the performance by giving them drums, too. Have you ever drummed? What a freeing and wonderful experience. And hard, so I borrowed a drum. That way, only my annoying neighbor who lifts weights in the living room at 10pm was being subjected to my afternoon mistakes.

I want to drum some more. Not because everyone in my family has an instrument, and I don't. Not because C does it. Because there are always rhythms in my head, in my body: when I'm running, there's the rhythm as my feet hit the pavement, and the rhythm of my breathing, and I love how they go together. Because I can learn something new, and express something new, that is I why I want to drum. Going to class with C feels weird because, at this early point, I want to make sure she has things that are hers, and I keep the things that are mine, so we don't get "enmeshed." Or at least, not too quickly.

C says that she doesn't feel the same way about it, and she has other things that are hers, and would like to share drum class with me, so I am thinking I will go. I do want to share things with her, and even more, I am incredibly happy that she's interested in incorporating me into her life.

Which brings me to the point that I will be happy when you all can meet her, too!

Comments

[sarahf.livejournal.com]

Our old neighbour played "Tommy" at 2am right after Theo was born. Loudly. With lots of bass. That was fun--not!

[talyen.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to be better-behaved. Drumming before 10pm, or only when I know he's not home. Worst-case scenario, I'll drum in the basement or with a towel over my drum, but that's not a good way to practice some of the basic things I need to do, like making tones versus slaps.

Once, when I was drumming in the afternoon on the back deck, my other next-door neighbor started playing a djeridoo in his living room!