My daughter (who shall remain nameless, due to the fact that one day she may be famous) takes drum lessons. I am sure that many of you have children who are in the same boat, either with piano, drum, voice, or euphonium lessons. One can never tell what a child might be interested in. Well at this moment she is eight years old, and did you know that children her age (unless a prodigy) don’t have any rhythm, nope, none what so ever. Plus she is the only female student of the particular drum teacher, which in itself says something. It seems that “girls” don’t usually play drums. I being the middle of the road parent that I am (minor feminist, I mean, I still like having the door held open for me) didn’t give it another thought that my little girl wanted to learn how to play the drums. And Santa brought them to her on Christmas so what is a mom to do – You get lessons. The deal was that she would play for 1 year without giving it up. That was my one and only rule, well that and you have to practice 15 minutes a day – but that was really Phillips rule. Phillip is her teacher and he is fantastic, lovely, charming and patient. He also plays with the brass band and symphony here in town.
Which brings me to this evening’s entertainment. Phillip was gracious enough to give us tickets to see him play with the Brass Band and it was fantastic. Enough can’t be said for the arts these days. Young people of the world listen up. Go to a concert that doesn’t include swearing at the top of your lungs, it just might be a worthwhile evening. My only pet peeve about the entire evening was the attire of some of the audience. Maybe I am just old fashioned – I can’t be that old fashioned I am just over 40. But when you go to enjoy a concert that people practice every day of their life to perform for you, show them some respect and dress appropriately for the evening. Looking good isn’t all that bad.
There is my rant for the evening. Enough said.
