Diego would take any instrument, out of natural
curiosity, try it and instantly come up with something that sounded
like music of some kind ...
But really, rhythm was his passion. He used to tap and
drum on everything that lend itself to it (and, let's face it, there
aren't so many things that don't), sometimes including his younger
siblings. At more than one point his parents considered sedative
medication to „help him to fit in better“.
He did not get any special musical education. Well,
history is full of evidence that this will not stop real talent from
evolving. Later he would read everything he could get his hands on
(no pun intended), as long as it related to music, absorb any
information he overheard, listen to music, and learn.
Diego left school as early as possible, went to town
and started to play in any band that didn't forcefully stop him. He
grew, he learned, he got known for his style. Diego was happy –
poor, but happy. Before too long, he was the best known free jazz
percussionist in town.
Well, best known by the musicians. His complex rhythmic
patterns and grooves, admired by his fellow musicians, were
considered rather tiresome by the general audience. This way, he had
to realize, he would be starving in the end.
Today, Diego still isn't rich, but he's making a living.
Just sometimes he regrets he did not become an accountant or an
engineer. He really hates playing in that mariachi band.
Diego makes a living |
Ha ha!!! I just love Diego's expression! Great story! Thanks for the smile!
ReplyDeletethanks for liking Diego, he's got quite a fate...
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