Monday, April 25, 2011
It was another of these gorgeous days we've been having. I woke up and was greeted by sun streaming through my wooden blinds and the humid sounds of warmth and sun.
The plan for the day was roughly like this; a bit of skype chat with C, then some serious drum practice, then some more serious drum practice. Easter is one of those rare times when the shops in these parts are mostly closed, so it becomes like one of those old fashioned Sundays, when people couldn't shop and were forced to go to church. Or stay at home and talk to people of course, something that I can't really do anyhow!
It's nice, though rare, to be able to set aside the best part of a day for practice and my most problematic issue was my choice of footwear. The temperature demanded attire consisting of shorts and flip flops yet the practice required different footwear.
My new Lacoste blue trainers were the obvious choice for the music side of things. I was worried about their blueness when I bought them, something that K has pointed out as a problem but A seemed to approve of. In the end I spent some time switching between shorts (combat style) and flip flops and jeans and trainers when practicing. There was a quick hour during which I got lazy and practiced in the shorts and slippers, but of course my bass drum work suffered.
I'm working from a book called the New Breed. It's one of those drum "bibles" that everyone is supposed to study from and my new teacher, the esteemed Mr Dolbear, has got me doing stuff from this. It's quite intense, but satisfying in a major way and one of those books that will stand me in the goodest stead possible. In fact it's so intense and satisfying that I can almost feel my playing improve as I master each bar and each section.
The bars and lines were punctuated by glances at the river, casual spells of spying on the passers by, the boats, the swans and the general ambience. It's a cool way to practice, as ways to practice go.
Early evening came a massage. As I type this I'm feeling the effects of it, hoping that the slightly scary looking masseur didn't overdo things and that I'll feel good, not aching, in the morning.
And, in the new episode of the new series of Hawaii Five O, Steve McGarrett's sister has been kidnapped.
Now that's serious!