Maewyn Succat (and I’m not sure how you pronounce that name) marched to the beat of a different drum. To say the least. His life reads like the script to a Hollywood movie. I’ll call it “Welcome to Drumbeat Island.” First thing of note is how he was captured by pirates sometime in the late fourth or early fifth century. … The rest of the story…
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I’m not sure I would have left my love for the drums if he hadn’t existed. Because, I’ve always really loved playing the drums. But then I heard some catchy hit songs on the radio. And then my brother gave me an album as a high school graduation gift. And suddenly my musical desires marched to a different drum. And … The rest of the story…
Back in my early teens I started my lifelong love affair with drums and percussion. And I remember getting a cool, metal flake blue, snare drum for Christmas. It came with instructions on how to do paradiddles, flams, rolls, and more. And I was hooked. Drumbeats have been playing in my head ever since. As I took to drums … The rest of the story…
I’ve been marching to a different drum Christmas morning. 1967. And there it was. A large gift-wrapped box with MY name on it. When I picked it up, it felt kinda heavy, and it made an odd sort of rattling sound. But I still wasn’t sure what it could be. So, I tore the wrapping paper off, opened the flaps … The rest of the story…
The Activist Mommy marches to a different drummer I’m always impressed when someone isn’t afraid to stand up for what’s true and right and real. And it’s even more impressive when they stand up with class, grace, beauty, and strength. The Activist Mommy has been doing that for a while, but I only discovered her today through a mutual friend’s … The rest of the story…