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Drumming Up a Following

After several years of putting it off and/or being unable to do so for a variety of reasons, I've finally taken up learning an instrument - or, more specifically, the drums. Guitar seemed a little too common an instrument and keyboard was never really my thing, so drums seemed the best choice. Which is why now I sit pondering my next sentence whilst whacking my drumsticks on my bed rather than thoughtfully scratching my chin.

Most of my friends have learned to play some instrument at some point or the other, and most of them stuck with it for long enough to still remember how to play at least something on it even now. I, however, spent my younger years coding or cooking or... well, something that was quite patently not music, anyway. Oh, my parents spent more than their fair share of money on music classes. I just never really had an interest in them growing up. I have spent countless hours, at ages seven and below, at music classes attempting to learn to play the keyboard or the violin or some other instrument. As a kid, I just never really had that much of an interest in music - I'd listen to anything, really.

Over the past few years, though, I've begun to develop something of a taste in music. I've found I enjoy rock and metal, and, to some extent, prog. Rather esoteric choices, I know, for someone whose peers, for the most part, have a taste for EDM and pop, but there you are. It's also rather strange that living in 2016, I, along with most others who enjoy metal and prog, don't really listen to music produced after, say, 1994. But again, there you have it.

I chose the drums because, as I said, everyone and their brother knows how to play a guitar. It's absurd, really, the number of people who learn guitar. I can't claim that drums is that much rarer - there's no shortage of good drummers around - but it seems like a fun instrument to learn, and I'll be honest, I feel like hitting something with a stick is a lot more fun than plucking strings.

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure where I was going with this post (I'm still waiting to find out, in all honesty). I guess what I'm really trying to say is, go out and learn an instrument. It's great fun, and it's a good way to kill a few hours of the day. Also, suggesting it allows me to feel all zen about myself. Anyway, tell me what kind of music you listen to and also if you play any instruments in the comments below.


  1. i've always wanted to learn how to play the drums!

    1. Yeah, drums are awesome. I've only just started, and I love them.


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