I think that it is so frustrating that when you are trying to learn how to play the drums, you have to wear spandex and dance before you can even touch a drum kit. At least, that is what my instructor has me do — we meet at the dumpsters of Winn-Dixie where there is “plenty of space to explore”. His prices are competitive though his tactics are not orthodox. He is also a creative genius. He put his drummer instruction ad on a ripped cereal box and nailed it to a telephone pole using a piece of glass and a turtle. How eccentric is that?
I guess I will keep dancing. He has to be good.