Happy Birthday to Me - Mid Life Crisis or Lifelong Dream

So my 44th birthday rolled around last week and it wasn't one of those birthdays with a ton of soul searching and nostalgic what-ifs, but the timing was perfect for the initiation of a childhood dream of mine. 

Let me take you back to late summer early fall of 1977. Star Wars was still in the theaters and I was beginning 5th grade in Mascoutah, Illinois. The 5th grade could be considered a pivotal time for those destined to become band geeks as we were informed that we would be able to join the school band if we wanted. So for me, the eternal music lover, the choice was not if I would be in the band, but what instrument would I play. Can you guess what I chose?

So my first choice, and the choice of many noise loving boy children, was the drums. My mom was pretty adamant that I would not be playing the drums, I believe she may have even used the words, "Hell No!" So I cycled through other choices: trombone - my arms were too short, trumpet - too expensive, saxophone - too expensive. So what choices did I have realistically?

Well, in the previous couple of years, the folks had bought my sisters clarinets when they joined the band and since they had both quit, there were 2 "perfectly good" clarinets sitting at home just waiting for an eager young man to play them. So the choice was made for me, and the thought was that I would probably follow in my siblings footsteps and quit after a year. 

So, I took clarinet lessons and played with the 5th grade band. I was the only boy playing clarinet, I wore glasses, was overweight and as a military brat, I was also the "new kid". You can only imagine the teasing I endured and the number of fights I had to evade. It probably comes as no surprise that I quit the band after the first year. I loved the music and didn't mind the clarinet so much, but the social ridicule for a boy approaching puberty was unbearable.

Which brings us to the present. A few weeks ago, I was sent a youtube video via email of Steven Adler (original drummer for Guns n Roses) playing a demo at NAMM 2010 and my passion for rhythm and desire to play the drums rekindled like a reunion with a long lost friend. Upon talking with Cathy, she said I should look into cost and other logistics such as noise level and voila, I am now the proud owner of a drum kit.

We found a Huntsville music shop (Railroad Bazaar) and spent a Friday afternoon looking at different kits and discussing financing, etc. We ended up choosing a Tama beginner kit. Since Tama is an "A" list drum company, we know we have a good set which will last awhile. The smaller size of this kit (each drum is about an inch smaller than the typical drumset) makes for an easier fit in our "music" room and the sound of the drums is quite good. The cymbals sound like trash can lids though, but we can upgrade those next year after our 12 months with no interest payment are through. The kids have also shown an interest, especially Ryan. When he gets a little taller, we won't be able to keep him away. I even found a set of neoprene pads which fit on the drums to mute the sound by about 95% so I can practice at night when the kids are asleep. It has only been a little over a week, but I am able to keep a simple beat going and have started playing along with recorded tracks (beginning drum patterns) from a book Cathy bought.

So while some people might think that starting to play the drums in my 40s could be part of a mid-life crisis, I encourage everyone to find a way to make their dreams happen regardless of what others may say or think.

Ryan Update

Ryan had his sleep study last night to determine how successful his surgery was and he seemed to pass with flying colors. we have not met with the doctor yet, but Cathy reports that Ryan slept fine and the alarms did not sound. They did not use oxygen either. At home we have noticed that his snoring is pretty much gone and he sleeps so much better than before. Thanks to all who have inquired.

Scaredy Cats!!

We were just getting ready to watch the Southern Miss-East Carolina game and I thought I would share a couple of things with you. One relates to the upcoming game on TV and the other the title of the post.

First of all, we figured out some time ago that the combination of a DVR and live sports could be made better by this little trick. Instead of watching the game at the start time, we begin to record the game. We wait roughly 30 to 45 minutes before actually starting to watch the game. We do make sure not to answer the pone as well in case someone is trying to give us spoilers. We then start watching the recorded playback allowing us to forward through the commercials and the halftime (if we ant to) and we usually catch up to the live game in the late 3rd quarter or early 4th. I guess waiting an hour to 90 minutes would make it more likely to hit the end of the game live.

Secondly, it is so hard to believe that any child of mine would be frightened of Halloween, my favorite holiday. I was not aware of just how scared these two were until last weekend when we all stopped by one of those temporary costume shops that set up in empty buildings around town. This place was pretty sparse inside, but had a series of ghoulish decorations set up for display as well as the costumes. It was the middle of the day so there was plenty of light streaming in the windows, and I am not sure if that added to the problem since they were better able to see everything. Ashley was hesitant and stuck extremely close to us, but Ryan when white and actually began to tremble as he said over and over, "go home, go home!" We stayed long enough to peruse the children's costumes (a very small collection)and left in a hurry. So there you go, the Jones kids are a couple of scaredy cats, but I love them anyway. :-)