Last night while playing, my finger split open and I bled on the edge of my drum.
And yes sweat.
And tears of joy.
We had our first drumming class at Grace last night and my 7 year old, Emmett, sat in. He played great! He picked up the rhythms easily and followed along and sped up when Sidy sped up and slowed down when Sidy slowed down. We were working on a completely new set of rhythms from Dansa.
The class was fantastic! There were ten of us and we had a great time. We learned three parts. Even the complete newbies were able to play along. One of the great matriarchs of the church came with her husband and it was wonderful watching them play.
This morning, I asked Emmett if he could remember any of the rhythms we learned. He picked up a drum and started playing them.
I nearly choked on my coffee.
From now on I must try and bring him to class, if only so he can remind me of what to practice later.