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Kim Min Ho’s Blog2 AugustToday was the day before our band recital … the big one. Couldn’t sleep last night because I was so worried about my solo. Woke up this morning feeling tired and VERY grumpy. In fact, playing drums was the last thing I wanted to do.
After lunch, we had our final band practice. It was terrible. The tenor
At this rate, my ambition to be as good as Bob Henrit – drummer for the Kinks – will never be realized. I look at the Kinks’s website every so often for inspiration. Check out this audioclip! Mom keeps saying she’s looking forward to it. Well, she’s not the one who has to play drums in front of the whole school.
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You should be listening to contemporary music to get inspired –
the Kinks were popular in the 1960s! Check out one of my faves, Modest
Mouse: 
www.modestmousemusic.com
The drummer, Jeremiah Green, is fantastic.
Maya
P.S. Good luck for the solo.
Thanks Maya. I checked out the link. You’re right, they’re fantastic! Maybe once I’m as good as Bob Henrit, my next yardstick should be Jeremiah Green.
As for the solo – after all my worrying, I was so tired that I slept like a dream. Woke up ready to conquer the world. Well, conquer my solo, at least. But by the time lunchtime arrived, I was so nervous I could hardly speak.
The school auditorium was jammed with people. Of course, Mom HAD to sit in the first row grinning at me. Talk about distracting. She even had her digital camera.
But you won’t believe it. For once, we got it right. The tenors kept in time, the lead flautist didn’t miss a note, and Dinesh had even polished his trumpet. (I don’t think it’s been cleaned since this time last year.)
When the time came for my solo, I suddenly felt calm. I didn’t care that four hundred people were looking right at me. I took a deep breath, gripped the sticks, and ripped into it. Turns out that the right rhythm had been there all along. It was just waiting for me to find it. (Mom filmed the performance on her camera. Click here to watch it.)
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