Published: Oct 28, 2020
I Want to be a Drummer, Too
After the show we sat at the bar; I was only drinking water and had returned to sobriety. He had over fifty years of experience playing on stages, making the drums thump, splash, and rumble. I was hoping to learn about getting started.
"I played the drums once with a neighboring band, 'Brown Eyed Girl'. I was twelve I think," I said.
Larry smiled. "Sure," he said.
"I want to learn, to get started, this is what I want to do with my life." I sounded a bit whiny in my ears.
He sipped from a warm beer. "Look, son, I really want to pass on my tricks, my knowledge, but I doubt you're it."
"How can you know?"
"No reason, just a feeling."
"What about a chance? A tryout?"
"Go play."
"Now?" I hesitated. "It must be four a.m."
He was silent, but his eyes said it all.