One day, I decided it was time to learn the drums. I started with the snare drum, and I was fair at playing that. Next, the
tri-toms, the bass drum, symbols, and so on. Being the overachiever that I am, I decided one day to get a drum set. I
worked on it, day in and out, striving to make some sense out of this set of drums. I banged on them endlessly, struggling to find
my beat – to make them all work together while in my hands. My father, being a kind soul, walked in on me playing my drum set
and said, “You know, you look like a maniac flailing around over there.”