I don’t like the drums.
But I also don’t hate them.
I love them.
I am in love with them.
It’s hard to explain that.
Drummers are one of my favourite bands, and I can tell you, I can get on their good side.
They make me feel better.
But I also feel like they are not quite as “real” as they could be.
And I’m not talking about a bit of technical detail like they are a bit more fluffy than I’d like.
They are not a drummer, a bassist, a drummer’s drummer, or a bass’ drummer.
I like drums.
I don’t think the word “real drummer” ever came up to describe me, even in a small way, when I was growing up.
For me, drums were the instrument that I could play with my friends.
The drum kit I had was my brother’s drum kit.
My brother played drums with a real motor and I was in awe of his ability.
At the time, it seemed as if we were playing at the same time.
So, I think it was important to understand that we could still do that with a drum kit in my younger years, if we just learned to trust the sound and feel of the drums themselves.
Drummers do that all the time.
They play music in the same way.
There are some drummers who can hit like a f**king electric guitar.
It’s the same drummers.
If you want to make music that has a real sound and is played with your hands and thumbs, you can’t be too tough on drums.