I just finished my usual Sunday drumming for dancers after drumming class gig. I did good. We are supposed to do a very short 4 minute, free performance next weekend during a costume change in a high school version of the Lion King. You would think we were going to perform at Carnegie Hall or the Met the way certain people in our class/group have been fussing and obsessing about it.
I personally have no idea why our master congolese teacher is willing to bother with doing it, particularly with us middle-aged lamo drumming retards. There are a number of people in the class who are nervous about performing, but perfectly willing to cross examine everyone else and nitpick about a lot. I’m on the fence whether or not to show up, but if I do there is a good chance I’ll get some flack from all these obsessive women who want control.
During our drumming class, our cuban master showed up and joined us. It turned out the woman drummer who thinks she’s so hot on the bell and clave and turns to it during class instead of concentrating on drumming, had asked him to come. I noticed he moved over to sit near me during a long set because I was playing the base beat solidly and consistently amidst the loud mutter of other people playing not on the beat.
I found I was glad he got to see my power, clarity and stamina today which happened to be exceptional. I’m now very grateful for all the expensive, time consuming and pain in the ass amino and vitamin/minerals I’ve been taking. I sweated and moved a whole lot. I remember working for at least 6 months to obtain the steady regularity of the base beat. Getting it was not an easy acquisition.