in pursuit of peace and calm.

i had to point out to someone the other the strange reality that i actually find more comfort, peace, and stillness in loud, huge, death-defying sound. it is a cool part of recognizing who i am. as much as things have been in continual flux, music has never waivered for me. there will always be the freedom i feel behind a drum kit. every doubt and worry and anxiety and pain and let down and rage and sorrow is sublimated. i am lucky to have fallen in perpetual love with something as much as i have with drums.

i am going to try to make plans to take a drum lesson or some form of instruction with susie ibarra, an incredible free jazz drummer in nyc. she apparently offers these, and i think it would do wonders for me to participate in something like that.