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October 20, 2007
Rites of passage
My son now has a drum set. It's one of those toy kits (the boy will be 3 on Friday, his party was today), but I am somewhat impressed with it so far. The single cymbal is fitted with rivets so that it "sizzles" a little. The two toms are surprisingly sonorous, too. The sticks have rubberized tips so as to avoid an accidental puncture (or eardrum rupture). There is no snare, nor is there a hi-hat.
The kick drum pedal-apparatus is atrocious, but I can't ask for too much in a three-year-old's set. A sister-in-law was the kind giver.
I set up the kit, and went and got the acoustic guitar. We immediately launched into fun sounds. Dude was all over the skins, and while his rhythm's on the immature side, he made up for it in enthusiasm. And it was his first time. And he's still technically two. I swear, there were a couple of moments that sounded at least as good as anything by Ginger Baker. (I'm hearkening back to an old joke; I do like Cream).
Now he's taken to singing (in his way) and playing drums at the same time. Yeah, we've got ourselves a little Phil Collins (or name your favorite — though if you say "Don Henley" we'll no longer be friends).
The question is: does the "rite of passage" refer to his first instrument, or does that phrase really mean his parents' having to put up with a drum kit in the house?
Sunday Drive | By joe lance | 10:21 PM