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I'm gutted.
For years I've loved music. Rhythms, melodies, beats, lyrics - everything. As of a couple of years ago, I started to play the keyboard and piano. By now, I'm rather good indeed, if I do say so.
I'd dare say I've got a musical talent. And it takes a lot for me to say that - I'm extremely in 'real life', if you like.
It has been great, playing these instruments.
And then, the drums.
Aahhhh, the beautiful creation that is the drumkit...
Started playing about a year and a bit ago. Up until about, what. Maybe about 4/5 months ago, I wasn't, shall we say, all that great. I could keep a rhythm together, albeit a fairly simple one. But suddenly, the concept of it, the knack - it just seemed to click with me. And again, I dare say I'm quite good. Nowhere near as good as I am at the keyboard and piano, of course.
But I'm alright.
Now, what's the point of this?
Well.
I began to learn these instruments at school. And as soon as I had, I bought a keyboard. I had to. And that was that. They make, if you wish, a relatively low amount of noise. Even if the quietest is too loud, you've got your headphones.
But here's the thing.
The drums. I love the drumkit far far more than I ever could love playing the keyboard or piano.
The anticipation for the chance to go to the music department, saunter off into the 'band room' as it's known, and just let the kit absorb me is unbearable.
I want a drumkit.
I really, really do.
But I can't. There's no room for a start. We could make room. We could convert the loft. But that'd cost loads. Then there's the small matter of the noise.
Oh, the beautiful noise. To me, at least.
Ignorant neighbours. "Ooh, no. What a racket".
It's what they'd think. And I'm such a nice guy that I respect this. I understand this. But I just wish I could have a drumkit. I honestly do. I love the damned thing. It's just one of those things I suppose.
I could get brushes rather than nylon tipped sticks. But to be honest, it just isn't as satisfying. And why splash out on a drumkit if you can't play it to its full potential?
Urgh. I'm seriously annoyed. There's nothing I can do. It's be far too loud to play at all, let alone frequently. It'd annoy my neighbours. My parents. Everyone around us. Guh.
There.
Pointless natter over
For years I've loved music. Rhythms, melodies, beats, lyrics - everything. As of a couple of years ago, I started to play the keyboard and piano. By now, I'm rather good indeed, if I do say so.
I'd dare say I've got a musical talent. And it takes a lot for me to say that - I'm extremely in 'real life', if you like.
It has been great, playing these instruments.
And then, the drums.
Aahhhh, the beautiful creation that is the drumkit...
Started playing about a year and a bit ago. Up until about, what. Maybe about 4/5 months ago, I wasn't, shall we say, all that great. I could keep a rhythm together, albeit a fairly simple one. But suddenly, the concept of it, the knack - it just seemed to click with me. And again, I dare say I'm quite good. Nowhere near as good as I am at the keyboard and piano, of course.
But I'm alright.
Now, what's the point of this?
Well.
I began to learn these instruments at school. And as soon as I had, I bought a keyboard. I had to. And that was that. They make, if you wish, a relatively low amount of noise. Even if the quietest is too loud, you've got your headphones.
But here's the thing.
The drums. I love the drumkit far far more than I ever could love playing the keyboard or piano.
The anticipation for the chance to go to the music department, saunter off into the 'band room' as it's known, and just let the kit absorb me is unbearable.
I want a drumkit.
I really, really do.
But I can't. There's no room for a start. We could make room. We could convert the loft. But that'd cost loads. Then there's the small matter of the noise.
Oh, the beautiful noise. To me, at least.
Ignorant neighbours. "Ooh, no. What a racket".
It's what they'd think. And I'm such a nice guy that I respect this. I understand this. But I just wish I could have a drumkit. I honestly do. I love the damned thing. It's just one of those things I suppose.
I could get brushes rather than nylon tipped sticks. But to be honest, it just isn't as satisfying. And why splash out on a drumkit if you can't play it to its full potential?
Urgh. I'm seriously annoyed. There's nothing I can do. It's be far too loud to play at all, let alone frequently. It'd annoy my neighbours. My parents. Everyone around us. Guh.
There.
Pointless natter over
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tributé wrote:
> I want a girlfriend but I'm ugly. Siuck it up.
Ha ha.
> I want a girlfriend but I'm ugly. Siuck it up.
Ha ha.
'Boo boo, I've got artitic talent but i can't get a drum kit'
Suck it up, sissy.
I want a girlfriend but I'm ugly. Siuck it up.
Suck it up, sissy.
I want a girlfriend but I'm ugly. Siuck it up.
Gah. I'm not good with persuasive posts. But if you get a good one, they are very good and would be perfect in the situation you're in.
I'm not a fan of 'leccy kits.
I tried one once. They're just so, so...
I dunno.
Too fake really. With a standard, real kit, you feel it. I felt that the leccy kit just didn't respond. A real kit - as you get more/less aggressive throughout the music, you feel it. It responds. But the electric one fails to reproduce this realness.
I tried one once. They're just so, so...
I dunno.
Too fake really. With a standard, real kit, you feel it. I felt that the leccy kit just didn't respond. A real kit - as you get more/less aggressive throughout the music, you feel it. It responds. But the electric one fails to reproduce this realness.
sound down = completely silent apart from the tapping on the rubber pads.
Don't put it in the loft. I't smost probably be louder up there with having thin walls and thin floor and such. Underground would be better, but then, drumkits are awkward in having. Go for one of those electrical drums in that other thread, you can keep the sound down on them and they can be folded up to be very small.
L'Azul wrote:
> I'm extremely in 'real life', if you like.
That made no sense whatsoever.
It should read;
I'm extremely, in 'real life' if you like, modest.
There.
> I'm extremely in 'real life', if you like.
That made no sense whatsoever.
It should read;
I'm extremely, in 'real life' if you like, modest.
There.
I'm gutted.
For years I've loved music. Rhythms, melodies, beats, lyrics - everything. As of a couple of years ago, I started to play the keyboard and piano. By now, I'm rather good indeed, if I do say so.
I'd dare say I've got a musical talent. And it takes a lot for me to say that - I'm extremely in 'real life', if you like.
It has been great, playing these instruments.
And then, the drums.
Aahhhh, the beautiful creation that is the drumkit...
Started playing about a year and a bit ago. Up until about, what. Maybe about 4/5 months ago, I wasn't, shall we say, all that great. I could keep a rhythm together, albeit a fairly simple one. But suddenly, the concept of it, the knack - it just seemed to click with me. And again, I dare say I'm quite good. Nowhere near as good as I am at the keyboard and piano, of course.
But I'm alright.
Now, what's the point of this?
Well.
I began to learn these instruments at school. And as soon as I had, I bought a keyboard. I had to. And that was that. They make, if you wish, a relatively low amount of noise. Even if the quietest is too loud, you've got your headphones.
But here's the thing.
The drums. I love the drumkit far far more than I ever could love playing the keyboard or piano.
The anticipation for the chance to go to the music department, saunter off into the 'band room' as it's known, and just let the kit absorb me is unbearable.
I want a drumkit.
I really, really do.
But I can't. There's no room for a start. We could make room. We could convert the loft. But that'd cost loads. Then there's the small matter of the noise.
Oh, the beautiful noise. To me, at least.
Ignorant neighbours. "Ooh, no. What a racket".
It's what they'd think. And I'm such a nice guy that I respect this. I understand this. But I just wish I could have a drumkit. I honestly do. I love the damned thing. It's just one of those things I suppose.
I could get brushes rather than nylon tipped sticks. But to be honest, it just isn't as satisfying. And why splash out on a drumkit if you can't play it to its full potential?
Urgh. I'm seriously annoyed. There's nothing I can do. It's be far too loud to play at all, let alone frequently. It'd annoy my neighbours. My parents. Everyone around us. Guh.
There.
Pointless natter over
For years I've loved music. Rhythms, melodies, beats, lyrics - everything. As of a couple of years ago, I started to play the keyboard and piano. By now, I'm rather good indeed, if I do say so.
I'd dare say I've got a musical talent. And it takes a lot for me to say that - I'm extremely in 'real life', if you like.
It has been great, playing these instruments.
And then, the drums.
Aahhhh, the beautiful creation that is the drumkit...
Started playing about a year and a bit ago. Up until about, what. Maybe about 4/5 months ago, I wasn't, shall we say, all that great. I could keep a rhythm together, albeit a fairly simple one. But suddenly, the concept of it, the knack - it just seemed to click with me. And again, I dare say I'm quite good. Nowhere near as good as I am at the keyboard and piano, of course.
But I'm alright.
Now, what's the point of this?
Well.
I began to learn these instruments at school. And as soon as I had, I bought a keyboard. I had to. And that was that. They make, if you wish, a relatively low amount of noise. Even if the quietest is too loud, you've got your headphones.
But here's the thing.
The drums. I love the drumkit far far more than I ever could love playing the keyboard or piano.
The anticipation for the chance to go to the music department, saunter off into the 'band room' as it's known, and just let the kit absorb me is unbearable.
I want a drumkit.
I really, really do.
But I can't. There's no room for a start. We could make room. We could convert the loft. But that'd cost loads. Then there's the small matter of the noise.
Oh, the beautiful noise. To me, at least.
Ignorant neighbours. "Ooh, no. What a racket".
It's what they'd think. And I'm such a nice guy that I respect this. I understand this. But I just wish I could have a drumkit. I honestly do. I love the damned thing. It's just one of those things I suppose.
I could get brushes rather than nylon tipped sticks. But to be honest, it just isn't as satisfying. And why splash out on a drumkit if you can't play it to its full potential?
Urgh. I'm seriously annoyed. There's nothing I can do. It's be far too loud to play at all, let alone frequently. It'd annoy my neighbours. My parents. Everyone around us. Guh.
There.
Pointless natter over
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