The Snare Drum is My Genesis, Part 1
in my beginning is my end before i knew the drums i felt the creek’s funky beat— heard the sublime range harp & Wild West whistle the soundtrack of wood thump wire click & real thunder in my book of music self i could not embrace the parlor piano nor my father’s proficient clarinet. i chose the way of the rebel rancher’s daughter my first drum teacher was my mother who could kick my ass on the snare—rip out whip-crack flams, five-stroke rolls, & ratamacue stagings, not unlike a fearless firm halter snap against the chaos of animal...
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