drum - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
To Clayton everything was a drum. He drummed on the kitchen counter and he drummed on the car dashboard, he drummed on upturned pots and pans and he drummed on his thighs when there was nothing else available. Even as an infant he had tapped his feet to the beat of any music playing. That kid could find the beat in cat sick if it had one. So when he turned six we bought him an electronic drum kit. At first he reminded me of Animal on the Muppets, like a ball of raw energy and whirling drum sticks. But in a short while he got pretty good and by ten he was in a teenage rock-band.
For a bit of animal skin stretched over a wooden cylinder it sounded pretty awesome. It could be as quiet as a tiptoe or as loud as a roll of distant thunder. It could keep the beat of any song as steady as a clock but with a reverberating sound that echoed to my very soul and awoke my inner spirituality. To me the music of the drum gave me the rhythm of life and I could no more not play it than refuse to eat.
Once I met someone and they said: ‘if you’re a drummer, then you’re not musically talented. Drummers are just an excuse for musician.’
Firstly, I play the drums... so, apparently, I'm not musically talented? But I also sing, and play guitar, and play piano... so I am or I am not musically talented? Secondly, with the amount of concentration that Ashton has on his face when he plays drums, that statement could never be true.