jammin’
I had a percussion jam yesterday with S on conga and myself on kit. It was fun; we alternated between 2 formats, the first in which we both played simultaneously, and the second where we traded solos, playing off of each other’s riffs and ideas. S performed admirably on her single hand-struck drum, coming forth with numerous variety of sounds via using different parts of the instrument. I felt like I had it easier, having many more kinds of hardware to hit.
S has taken music lessons from M, the guitar and keyboard player in my former band D. So at times I felt like I was playing with M through S.
But the most striking difference from most jams in my basement was, S is six years old.