Although my attempt to learn guitar a several years ago failed, if I were to sit down and write out a bucket list, learning to play drums would be near the top.

When my wife and I bought our house, one of the selling points for me was the finished basement. This was after we were married, but before we had kids so I had some grandiose plans for the space. One of which involved a small room tucked away in the corner near the steps. It was the perfect drumming space. Enough room to put a kit in and still have room for a stereo so I could learn to play my favorite songs. I was going to buy acoustic foam to hang on the walls and everything. Then we had kids.

Over the years, the room has been a playroom, and now serves as my 8-year-old son's bedroom. Which is fine, it didn't kill my drum dream, it just postponed it for a while.

Whenever I go see a band, regardless of whether or not they're a local cover band or a national recording artist, I focus a lot of my attention on the drummer. While some are better than others, I'm amazed by their ability to have all four of their limbs (two arms, two legs) doing four different things simultaneously. What's even more amazing is what happens to the drums and cymbals when a drummer smashes his stick against them (that came out sounding dirtier than I meant). Check this out.