Beating the Blues

Drums are the answer, I find. Philippa took Mathew out for an evening with her friends, or family, or other mums, or something, so I was able to bash the shit out of some skins without fear of disturbing either of them. Marvellous. I do find it very therapeutic – locking myself in the garage and locking myself into a repetitive drum pattern that becomes the only thing I’m concentrating on for an hour or so. Everything else just seems to drift away and disappear as I focus on the next few beats. It’s a meditation of sorts. Just not one that’s compatible with some other forms of meditation. I can’t imagine a group of Zen Buddhists seated in a circle would enjoy me bashing out the solo from ‘Kashmir’

RC 10-5-19