Among the few benefits of music school is that, 20 years after I ran away, I retained the ability to reeducate myself – or at least to develop a plan to do so – on drums. Ignoring all of the “percussionist” background and sticking only with drumset because it’s the fun one – or at least the one that I had the most fun with. Can’t figure why I played marimba so much then. Eh, live and learn.
(But it’s nice to know I can still read music without a problem.)
The four things I’m focusing on right now: hand strength (read: make 44-year-old hands do what 18/19 year old hands could do and endure an entire song never mind an entire gig); pedalwork (for some reason, I really glossed over that part); keeping rock solid time; and being present while I’m playing (read: not letting the fuckeries of institutional music education seep into my enjoyment and reentry into the ways of).
Working through both Stone’s STICK CONTROL for the first part and Chester’s THE NEW BREED for the second part with a metronome to satisfy the third. I do most of the practicing on my roland V drums before moving over to the Tama Cocktail Jam kit for the systems/reading playthroughs.
As for the presence, I’m getting there: I’m still counting through 16ths in my head way too much (read: at all) but it’s nonetheless helpful that drumming was, like metalwork is now, one of the few things with which I could lose myself to flow – by necessity and by love.