Drums for me, is the heart of all music. Most bands, most music (true music) needs drums to hold it all together. How would the beatles sound without Ringo? It would be an entire different band. Drums is the soul for me.
My brother Chris was, and still is, an amazing guitarist.
He freaked me out with his skills when I was a kid. And because of him, I could hear the guitar in songs. I knew what was happening as aposed to any other 9 year olds around.
I wanted to be a guitar queen, to put it dramatically.
My brother said that there were no female Jimi Hendrix’s and that Rock should have that. Thats what I wanted to be.
Then for Christmas one year, I got a beautiful mini fender strat. I screamed and raved and flipped shit.
But then I started playing. It was not fun. It was hard. And not that ambitious kind of hard either, just plain annoying freaking hard. I would get frustrated, I wouldnt pick it up. And when my brother tried to teach me chords he also got frustrated, cause I was TERRIBLE.
So one day, my poor little black mini fender strat with one broken string got put in the corner of my room and never played. I still have it in a corner of my new room, 6 years later. I can’t part with it, but I feel sorry for it. Poor thing. It’s purpose is not being served.
So I gave up on the rock and roll queen dream. Started listening to Miley Cyrus in the Jonas brother. Pink floyd and Phil Keagy were still in the background there and I liked them but some part of me thinks that maybe I didn’t deserve to listen to bands like that if I couldn’t understand it. Part of me. Most of it was really just cause I was a stupid tween going through a faze that I swore was true devotion.
So about 2 years ago, wow it does NOT feel that long, my brother said ”Have you ever heard of the white stripes?”
Now, keep in mind this was long after my faze was over. The Jonas brothers/Miley Cyrus thing lasted for maybe 2 years and then I was done. I traded in Miley Cyrus for Joan Jett, and the Jonas brothers soon turned into Hendrix. But the white stripes really changed everything for me.
I had no idea who or what they were, so my brother showed me. In the beginning I was like ”2 man band? Interesting? How does that even work?” But Chris explained everything to me and it was awesome, but the music just kinda made me go ”Hmm. Good. But not incredible.” And then I heard The white stripes Son house cover of Grinnin in your face/Death letter. And my mind was blown. That video almost made me cry cause of the intensity in Jacks accapella voice singing ”Don’t you mind people grinnin in your face, don’t you mind people grinnin in your face.” and then when he played a guitar solo and dropped to his knees. Wow. That video still gives me chills.
So Chris asked me a question I never thought he would
”Do you wanna be my drummer?”
I think thats when originality really hit me in the face full force.
I realized that I wanted to be a guitar player because my brother was one. I never thought of pursueing any other instrument. Why would I? But drums. Wow. It made sense.
So we got a cheap set and it was hard just like guitar was except for the difference was: it was the ambitious kind of hard. Like ”I NEED to get better. I got to. Work harder.” so I did, and I got better. And now me and my brother have a band called Noir. We dress in 40’s clothes and black, white and royal blue. We’ve played concerts, still are looking for more. We wrote songs, covered songs. And I love drumming. I really do. I love what we do. We play something we like to call punky blues rock. Punk rock, pure blues, and just rock n roll.
I still recall me drumming on my stomach one time (before I even thought about being a drummer) and my brother said ”Maybe someday you’ll be a drummer.” I remember smiling. That was years ago, and he was right.