Monday, March 11, 2013
A Born Lever Puller
I must admit I look forward to these videos overmuch. The boys do them entirely by themselves now. Sometimes I hear them being made, and get a good idea of what the finished product might sound like while it's still an unthrown pot. Other times, I'm working in the shop with everything humming and banging, and I get it sprung on me the same way you do. I have to remind myself not to meddle. It's deuced difficult. I got out of bed this morning, eager to open my browser and see this video for the first time. The Heir compiled it last night, after he and his brother recorded it yesterday afternoon. I do believe a stranger could be entertained by them.
The little feller is still only nine. He deserves ever so much less credit for his efforts than his big brother. Big brother has painstakingly learned everything you see here, on his own, mostly. The little feller is just a wonder. He can play the drums as unwaveringly as a professional adult can. This is not a father's opinion. I played for money with lots of professional drummers. Maybe one or two of them were better than he is right now, in the only way that matters: the ability and willingness to play something suitable, steadily, while accompanying other people. When you see videos of really young drum phenoms on YouTube, they're generally playing along by rote with a (bad)recording, not other humans. That's data entry, not music. Not many of them, and even fewer of their parents, have much of an idea of them ever entertaining an audience by being musical. It's just Can You Top This. Music is not weightlifting. The world's gone crazy and The Gong Show has replaced Carnegie Hall. You're supposed to be entertained, not impressed, anyway.
I do believe the little feller deserves to be called a musician. His big brother certainly does. Their father and mother are very proud of them. There's a PayPal tip jar in the right-hand column if you want to show them some love. But I'm warning you right now -- no matter how much money you send them, I'm not buying them saxophones.
[Update: Barbara M. sent along a generous donation to buy saxophones for the kids. Oh Jayzuz, not saxophones. A saxophone is just a flute with emphysema, and I don't like flutes either. But I love Barbara!]
[Upside-Update: Dave R, who dared the kids to start this whole thing, is very generous with his moolah and his suggestions and expertise. Many thanks! Kathleen M is relentlessly generous. Many thanks! Melissa K is amazingly generous and we're very, very grateful for it. Many thanks to everyone that watches, and comments, and hits the tip jar]
[Once Upponna Update: Thanks to Sarah R. for helping the boys out! ]