My first drum lesson. I’m in my 20’s, a bartender in New York. A customer had passed me a business card.
“Well if you want to play drums, here is the number of the best drum teacher in New York City.”
I remember that card coming toward me. I remember the blue afternoon light deep in the restaurant windows. I remember grabbing my future out of his hands.
My teacher sits me down at the drum set.
“Okay, now hit the drum.”
I look at the snare drum. It is vividly white. I gingerly pick up the drumsticks lying on the head, and tap the drum politely.