I move fast.
It’s just how I am. My natural inclination is to make quick, precise, sometimes jerky movements designed to do what I need to get done as quickly and efficiently as possible. My wife likens it to a bird, which isn’t necessarily the best animal to be compared to, unless it’s a hawk or falcon or other kick-ass bird of prey.
“Enough about birds!” you might be saying now. “I didn’t think this was an ornithology blog!”
And it’s not. Not yet, at least. But birds do have their own sense of rhythm.
“Rhythm!” you’re saying now. “I like rhythm! Music, right?”
My natural rhythm, the tendency to be make quick movements, spills over into other aspects of my life: I walk fast. I talk fast. And I tend to think fast.
Thinking fast sounds good, right? But you’d be surprised–reaching a conclusion quickly, perhaps quicker than other people, sometimes means that you’re not thinking things through.
Slow down . . . breathe . . .
This is where the idea of rhythm comes in. Think about music. If the drummer or the guitar player is doing a solo the entire time, it would get kind of boring, wouldn’t it?
Or a movie that’s 90 minutes of bloody action. It sounds cool, sure. But it works far better in theory than in practice.
But I like the music anaolgy better, because so much of life resembles music.
So much can resemble a bloody action movie too, but I digress. Back to music.
One of my favorite drummers of all time is the late John Bonham of Led Zeppelin.
I know, I know, everyone loves Bonzo. But I’ll tell you why, among other reasons, he’s in my drummer top three:
He didn’t overplay. He could, but he didn’t. Continue reading “Letting Things Breathe: The Power of Rhythm “