We rented "Drumline" last night. Diana thought it was exciting and inspiring when she saw bits of it on clable, and wanted to rent it. We did.

It's quite a blazing display of coordination and rehersal. Evidently, my facial expressions (during the movie), were such that she questioned whether or not I was enjoying the movie. She even asked if it was inspiring me to pick up the sticks again.

Two thoughts came to mind.
One: I was NEVER in marching band or any school related bands. I preferred the electric instrument accompaniament that played music of that day.
Two: I am so unbelievably UNcoordinated that marching alone would be impossible, let alone drumming.

I was THAT fast, and THAT rehearsed during my Sophomore & Junior Years at High School. I was good enough to sight read anything. But, as so often happens in my life when I get bored with anything, I get cocky and I stumble, losing interest. By 2 years after graduation, I wasn't playing regularly any more, and "lost my ear".

By the time children entered the picture, specifically by 1986, the drums were more a prop - or even stowed away - and seldom used. Now, with each day's activities being crammed full of 12 hours worth of work for an 8 hour day. When I get home at night, I'm too exhausted to do anything.

Sometimes, life's every day tedium sucks your life's energy and weekends aren't enough time to cram all the stuff you put off.... including playing the drums.

No, my facial expressions during the movie were not that of being inspired - but rather of being on a different life path than I had once envisioned.

Never give up your dreams!