This was written about 2000 dedicated to a really good friend of mine in Plymouth Nik Brooks who was a regular on the performing arts scene in the South West - drumming was part of what he did:
Little Drummer Boy:
Wild hair, wild clothes -
You always stand out from the crowd.
Your cheeky grin and daring eyes
Fit in with your drumbeat style.
Slow and tentative at first -
Building up tension and anticipation.
Setting a mellow tone -
Best not rush these things eh?
Mid-speed now - easy to dance to.
The tempo's changing,
Go with the flow,
You'll get your chance, you'll see.
Now the climax, crowds go wild,
The drumming speeds up
Faster, faster, faster still
Until - 'Clash!'
The madness lingers...
Monday, 25 August 2008
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