Immediately after placing the finishing touches on my homework, I grab my headphones and rush downstairs to the small, confined room that stows my drum kit. I proceed to "jam out" to a plethora of music, including Jazz, Rock, and Samba. The endless combinations of grooves and fills that I produce with each stroke invigorate my soul.
Many people do not notice a drummer's every hit, intentions, or mistakes. The subtleties within each percussion composition craft a unique and esoteric language. Each day, the waiting drums lure me back into my small, sealed, paradoxically infinite room.