Tag: drums
|
August 10, 2007 03:38 AM EDT --
First of all let me explain a bit about my boyfriend's job. He pumps gas at a gas station, or to be more politically correct, he's a fuel distribution engineer.lol. The pay isn't too bad plus . . .
more
|
|
July 16, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
My band rules!!! They are the best! UPS just delivered my brand new double bass drum pedal. I've only been wanting one for like 4 years. YAY! Now I can finally practice . . .
more
|
|
April 16, 2008 03:15 PM EDT --
As a child, I remember asking my mom for drum lessons. I didn't get them, I got accordian lessons, as a prelude to piano lessons. I remember I was 8 years old and the accordian weighed . . .
more
|
|
March 02, 2009 11:21 AM EST --
I should have posted this yesterday March 1 as it was Kyle's 15th birthday but I just wasn't up to sitting at the computer so I will share this and wish him a Happy Birthday today. HAPPY . . .
more
|
|
February 07, 2009 11:02 AM EST --
The Early History
The djembe is believed to date back as early as the 5th century. Many believe that blacksmiths from the Mandinka and Susa peoples were the ones who created the drums. . . .
more
|
|
April 01, 2008 09:34 AM EDT --
I took these photos on my last trip to Selby Gardens. They were having an Asian Cultural Festival. We sat and watched the drummers for a little while. I posted a video awhile back, and here are some photos . . .
more
|
|
August 15, 2008 09:50 AM EDT --
Many years ago I came across a style of music that has since been my favorite - Celtic Rock/Punk/Etc. I fell in love with Seven Nations when I heard them play at the Stone Mountain Highland Games . . .
more
|
|
October 15, 2007 07:27 PM EDT --
This week's image
Join us as we create
a poem
a story
a song
a musing
based . . .
more
|
|
August 30, 2007 02:57 AM EDT --
I'm just going to start writing whatever comes into my mind for these 10 minutes.
I am the daughter of two music teachers. My parents are both very talented - my mom is a singer, and my . . .
more
|
|
October 14, 2007 02:06 PM EDT --
I thought never to hear the sound of a seal skin drum, nor the chants of the "People of the Dawn", nor the voice of a people saying "guyana"..."Guyana to the moon and the stars, . . .
more
|
|
August 30, 2009 04:20 PM EDT --
The relentless rain pounded the rooftops of the coal company town shacks for three straight days and nights. Those fortunate enough to have shingles were spared the deafening drum rolls that those with . . .
more
|
|
March 31, 2007 05:36 PM EDT --
I came here hoping to hook up with fellow musicians from around the country.
Are there any here on gather?
more
|
|
April 20, 2007 02:25 PM EDT --
It’s the 21st century, not the 19th but people in the Crescent City still whisper. We are happy that after Katrina the spirit still . . .
more
|
|
May 13, 2008 11:41 AM EDT --
Several years ago, I was watching a t.v. show. Can't even recall the name of it, but it was a sitcom and very funny. It was only on for a little while before being cancelled.
One episode had this . . .
more
|
|
February 08, 2007 03:29 PM EST --
more
|
|
June 06, 2007 08:59 AM EDT --
All That Jazz
Wailing saxophone
Fingers dance on ivory
Smooth walking bass line
Guitar riffs sneak in and out
Torrid drummer keeping time
Copyright © June 4, 2007
. . .
more
|
|
March 11, 2008 07:33 AM EDT --
©2008 James A.Harris
My dad was a traveling salesman and worked for a variety of companies over the years. He worked for Lubrication Engineers of Fort Worth for ten years. A benefit of that . . .
more
|
|
May 20, 2007 09:56 PM EDT --
Unwashed Strangers
Emily has never before come on my recent excursions to New Paltz -- they generally occuring because she is otherwise occupied and I refuse to be alone -- so I feel the need to point . . .
more
|
|
October 20, 2007 11:24 AM EDT --
Well at the momont its for the earplugs that I am wearing.I love music but when the High School less than a block away decides to practice drum core,started at 8:15 am It is just noise.They have not . . .
more
|
|
July 16, 2006 10:45 AM EDT --
Forest Drums
The dark brown soil beneath my feet
smells of the leaves of a hundred years.
I move slowing over rocks and through
the trees that tower above me as the
heavy dampness . . .
more
|
|
|
|
