There I was, happily playing away this afternoon, when I noticed a bump on the head of my drum. How very strange, I thought as I leaned over for a closer look.
Then, to my absolute horror, I realize that the bump is in fact a tiny bit of the skin that is splitting on the edge. My heart stopped. My throat clutched. I looked around for a bag to breathe into.
Then I called my teacher to ask if there is a way to prevent the whole thing from splitting apart.
He reassured me that even if it splits, he will put a new head on it for me. He has beautiful new skins from Mali. And I know he loves this drum as much as I do. He will do a great job.
But, I LOVE my drumhead.
I guess as a player, I have to get used to the fact that these things don't last.
Sigh.
2 comments:
Even that which is just born has already begun it's process of dying...
....unless you use superglue and toilet paper :)
LOL, James!
I think we are going to try the glue route. I am bringing my drum over to my teacher's tomorrow. At this point, it can't hurt, right?
And I think I better just get used to the fact that drum heads need replacing now and then.
Can I make a pillow out of it when it finally goes?
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