Sheylara, future drummer extraordinaire

Okay, not quite extraordinaire, seeing as I’m a reputed klutz and am all hands and feet.

(You might argue that a good drummer is all hands and feet, but I kinda meant mine in the negative way.)

Anyway, this is a semi-long story so I’ll start from the beginning.

Remember the Goonfather bought Rock Band six weeks back?

[Rock Band in the boot]

Well, we haven’t had much time to play it. Let’s just say we’ve played it fewer than 10 times since we’ve got it, but it seems that the drum is my instrument.

I find the drums most fun to play. I’m also the official drummer in our “band” because I happen to be the best at it in our group (although Minou is possibly as good as I am, just that, for some reason, she refuses to play in hard and expert modes).

The Goonfather thought I should have a pair of real drumsticks. He’d read that anti-vibe drumsticks will reduce the ridiculously loud “tok tok tok” sound that you hear when the default Rock Band drumsticks hit the drum pads.

So we went to Yamaha. We tried a few different ones and found that they all sounded about the same, anti-vibe or otherwise, so I decided to go for looks.

I am now the proud owner of a pair of dazzling white Zildjian Travis Barker drumsticks!!

[Fake drummer]

And I can’t even play drums. Real ones, I mean.

But they look so good and they feel so good. Seriously, it feels so much better playing with real drumsticks, like more solid or something.

But they also make me feel like a poser. Not a real drummer using real drumsticks! The cheek of me!!

Which led me to consider drumming lessons.

I googled “drumming courses in Singapore” and shortlisted three places to visit and see how I feel about them before making a decision.

Today, I was out for an audition and a work meeting, so I thought I’d check out those rock schools on the way.

I went first to The Music Lab. Within two minutes, I signed up and paid the deposit for four lessons, committing myself to 24 lessons.

I hate shopping around. I hate waiting. I hate dilly dallying. Not always a good thing, but it gets things done.

[Still fake drummer]

Ok, fine. I’m impulsive.

I told the Goonfather what I had done and he scolded me for wasting money. As if it’s his money I’m using.

He said I should have signed up with Yamaha because Yamaha charges like $10 less per lesson. When I tried to explain that I don’t care about the cost because I believe in learning from the best, he said I shouldn’t believe everything I read on the net.

But he was the one who wanted me to get real drumsticks in the first place and was supportive of me getting drum lessons, so I don’t see why he has to suddenly turn critical!!

Idiot partners.

So, anyway, I refused to talk to him anymore on the subject because I don’t believe in flogging a dead horse. I mean, I already paid the deposit so what did he expect me to do, rob it back?

[Not drummer]

But now I kinda regret signing up because this wasn’t even part of my masterplan.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me this year. I keep doing things that are not part of the plan. I think I’ve been possessed by aliens or something.

It’s not that I’m not excited about the lessons. (I start next week!) I love learning new things. And I’ve always loved drums.

I watched a Metallica tour video eons ago and fell in love with Lars Ulrich (the drummer) because his drumming made my heart skip a beat, it’s so good.

But being a drummer has never been something I felt I needed to do. I don’t think I could ever be a good drummer, anyway, because I’m so uncoordinated. (Rock Band is different. It’s easy because there are only four pads and a foot pedal.)

I guess I’m just curious about real drumming. I have this impression that drummers are not human because what they do seems impossible, especially those who seem to suddenly grow ten hands and twenty feet when playing.

Aiyah. Don’t care so much lah. Like I said, I already paid the deposit so wtf I’m just going to have fun with it, bugger them all. I think I need the stress relief. Life has been getting too stressful of late.

But the aliens possessing me had better stop making me do anymore crazy things.