No Time for Relationships: the Metal Version

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Ugh, my life is in a whirl.  Not really any time to write about my Relationships today.

Work stuff to do (I’m a content manager for a calendar-type website, so I spend a lot of time researching, qualifying, inputting data)…  Then I have to drive an hour, pick up my younger son, and drive him another 45min to a first-meet with a possible Metal-Band co-member.  When that’s done, Mom’s Taxi will drive back home.  *whew*

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My younger son is an outstanding Metal drummer — he’s got mad natural skillz, and learning more all the time.  When we bought the RockBand game set some 5 years ago, we had no idea we’d be releasing this innate talent.  He started playing the included fake “guitar,” which is not at all analogous to real guitar-playing, and tired of that pretty quickly.  But the drumming, ahhh...

In short order, his natural skillset drove him through the basics, through performing every included piece at the fastest, most aggressive settings.  We scavenged for every version of the game to feed his talent.  He practiced nonstop (we had to establish that drumming at 10-11pm, which is a totally normal Teen-Kid Time, does not work for the employed, old-ass, needing-to-sleep adults of the household…)  And the next year, we bought a modest but fully legit drum kit.  It’s been uphill from there.

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umm, not so much, really — but oh boy, my son does.  And he’s GOOD at it!  This kid can drum like madness.  We were talking about trying to get him connected with other metal-heads to give him a chance to jam, maybe do some gigs, to work on and hone his craft.  I found the guy he’s meeting with today via Craigslist — another young man of about my son’s age, who’s a guitarist.  This kid’s got A Plan.  He wants to rehearse and record this summer. Me, I’m 400% behind that!

So, no time for Relationships today — other than my relationship with my talented Metal-Drummer son, who I’m now gonna go drive all over creation for, in order to support him and give him opportunities.

Rock on, yall!

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