A familiar calling.

I can feel myself being tugged in the direction of picking up some drum sticks again. My hands have been tapping rudiments without much conscious effort and I want there to be more noise when I do it.

As always, issues of logistics arise. Unlike most hobbies/passions, drums take up physical space and practice is incredibly noisy. So noisy, in fact, that just keeping them in the basement isn’t enough, you basically need to treat the entire area for soundproofing too, or the home will be a rattling mess. Can’t deny the pull I’m experiencing but also have to be realistic since I live in a city now. Even though it is in a home with a basement, I want to be courteous to everyone involved. This is a passion that goes to the backburner often for these reasons. Hard to justify all of the changes that would need to be made to play. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to drop everything and do it.

Something is wrong with me, I swear. This avenue keeps presenting itself and I go fully at it for a while then let life get in the way. I should just deny life when it tries and go for it, but it’s hard to do.

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