Open letter to the
pain in the feckin' neck aspiring musician on the street.
Dear
Irritating Bastard would be drummer.
While I can applaud your desire to learn an instrument you may want to take the time to look up the meaning of rhythm, as you can see it has more meanings than the method of contraception your parents were unfortunate enough to choose. Beating the living daylights out of a set of skins like a chimpanzee having an epileptic fit does not make you a good drummer, or even a poor one.
Have you considered taking lessons?
Kind regards
The rest of the street.
