I know...I know. There are probably masses out there thinking that, as a parent, my objective should not be to push my child into a profession in order to live vicariously through him. If you did think that (or something very similar) please know that this is not a matter of Daddy pushing anything on Kyle. He does this because he keeps asking to. If he doesn't ask to play, I don't bring it up.
Personally, I like the little head-bob thing that he does. But aside from being cute, I'm quite proud of the fact that, at times, he actually is starting to figure out how to play a rhythm...and even repeat it a couple times. Certainly, there is promise there. I also love when he sings while he's playing. Look out Phil Collins!
Soon, we'll start playing music for him while he plays so he can get the idea that the drums go along with music and that they keep a particular groove. For now, as he bashes away, I sit in front of the kit with a pair of sticks and a practice pad and play through some of the more basic rudiments where he can see me. As we progress, I figure he'll probably try to mimic me more and more...well, until he's way better than me (that shouldn't take long).
Later in life, like in 10 years, when he's being interviewed for an article in the latest Modern Drummer or Traps magazine, it will be known that the first time he sat behind a drum kit was at the ripe old age of 18 months. That's right. Right in the drum section of Guitar Center on I-17 & Peoria, he sat behind the drums and played (read "banged") for the very first time.
Another thing that I thought was pretty cool was the fact that, now that we found him some kid-sized drumsticks, he's much better with his stick control. They don't flop around like when he tries to play with my sticks.
I'm so proud of my little guy. :-)
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