Being a Rudimental drummer in Portland, Oregon is lonely. It’s not exactly a hotbed of rudimental drumming, nor of the marching arts, nor, to be brutally honest, of displays of patriotism in general.
But in honor of our nation’s 250th birthday, I’m going to take my marching snare to my local park Saturday evening and chop some Three Camps, Crazy Army and maybe a couple of Wilcoxon or NARD solos.
I don’t expect anyone to join me, and I’ve decided to be okay with that. As long as I can still chop, I’ll keep on chopping until my arms fall off.
#diddleseveryday
#chopdaily
#rudimentaldrumming
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