Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life - Red Auerbach
My ten-year-old son does not have a lot of extracurricular interests. We have tried him in a few different sports, which he has not had any interest in continuing. He takes swimming lessons because we insist, but that's about as far as it goes. For the most part, his time is spent on the computer or playing video games - far too much of his time.
Dave and I had often talked about what we could get Brad involved in to get him away from the electronics. Then one day, like a message delivered from above, a flyer landed on our doorstep. Drum lessons!. One free drum lesson when you pay for three. Drum lessons, hmm. Well, there was a thought (not my thought, mind you).
Dave took drum lessons for about 4 years (between the approximate ages of 10 - 14) and has often throughout our marriage mentioned that he'd like to get a set again. Of course, I was never a huge supporter of the idea. Now, here was our son showing some interest in trying out the drum lessons, and so naturally Dave was very supportive and enthusiastic about the idea.
And so the drum lessons began. It was actually quite painless initially. We purchased a practice pad for him to use, which makes virtually no noise, but is also not terribly exciting to play on. We did this for several weeks and could see that Brad's interest was waning . It was going to take something more than the practice pad to maintain his interest. But, I was not convinced enough of his commitment to consider buying a set of drums and figured that renting might be the way to go for a while.
About a week ago, I was discussing this with my friend Leanne, who informed me that she had a set of drums sitting in her basement that her daughter (who had since moved onto the guitar) was not using. I was welcome to borrow them and let Brad use them. Well, that was wonderful. Now we could have some drums for him to practice on and it wasn't even going to cost any money.
We picked up the drums on the weekend and set them up in the basement. All I can say is HOLY LOUD NOISE!!! Dave has been giving us demos of his drumming ability and Brad has been pounding away on them too. The noise fills the entire house. There is no escape (not so great for someone who is already extremely prone to headaches).
If it is true that music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life, then my dust is being blasted away.
My ten-year-old son does not have a lot of extracurricular interests. We have tried him in a few different sports, which he has not had any interest in continuing. He takes swimming lessons because we insist, but that's about as far as it goes. For the most part, his time is spent on the computer or playing video games - far too much of his time.
Dave and I had often talked about what we could get Brad involved in to get him away from the electronics. Then one day, like a message delivered from above, a flyer landed on our doorstep. Drum lessons!. One free drum lesson when you pay for three. Drum lessons, hmm. Well, there was a thought (not my thought, mind you).
Dave took drum lessons for about 4 years (between the approximate ages of 10 - 14) and has often throughout our marriage mentioned that he'd like to get a set again. Of course, I was never a huge supporter of the idea. Now, here was our son showing some interest in trying out the drum lessons, and so naturally Dave was very supportive and enthusiastic about the idea.
And so the drum lessons began. It was actually quite painless initially. We purchased a practice pad for him to use, which makes virtually no noise, but is also not terribly exciting to play on. We did this for several weeks and could see that Brad's interest was waning . It was going to take something more than the practice pad to maintain his interest. But, I was not convinced enough of his commitment to consider buying a set of drums and figured that renting might be the way to go for a while.
About a week ago, I was discussing this with my friend Leanne, who informed me that she had a set of drums sitting in her basement that her daughter (who had since moved onto the guitar) was not using. I was welcome to borrow them and let Brad use them. Well, that was wonderful. Now we could have some drums for him to practice on and it wasn't even going to cost any money.
We picked up the drums on the weekend and set them up in the basement. All I can say is HOLY LOUD NOISE!!! Dave has been giving us demos of his drumming ability and Brad has been pounding away on them too. The noise fills the entire house. There is no escape (not so great for someone who is already extremely prone to headaches).
If it is true that music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life, then my dust is being blasted away.
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