Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Decry-ers

Uncle Harry wanted to inspire me.  That's why he bought me the drums for Christmas 1969. And the cymbal in 1970. He wanted me to join Local 4 Musicians union. 

But mom didn't want me to. She belittled every effort brought forth by the Keifers. I'm certain it was a jealousy thing.  She was always jealous of others who had things better. 

When I had experience playing drums in a rock band, my parents left the house during practice.  

Nancy wanted me to put the drums up in the attic.  She didn't like the noise. I'm certain she wouldn't like the attention it would bring either. 

Cheryl didn't want me playing in public,  or practicing with a band either.  She'd ridicule everything I did in drumming or photography.  So I didn't.  I became a doorstop. 

Diana thought it was cool but by then, I'd been ridiculed too much. 

Jude had nothing but harsh ridicule for everything I did.

Heather was the only one who came to practice and to a gig. The rest just criticized