Katie Byrne: the G-word
We need to define our concept of God before we abandon it
I fell on my feet earlier this year when I discovered a virtuoso drumming teacher who does house visits. Even better, he brings a full drum kit along with him. The kit changes each week with the introduction of a new snare drum. He says he wants me to understand how the depth of sound varies. It's also an opportunity for him to show off his new toys.
"Today we're going to play the Black Beauty," he announced last week. A short history lesson followed as he carefully removed the drum from its case. It's from the 1950s, he explained. Handcrafted. They don't make them like this anymore.
I nodded along, oohing and aahing where it seemed appropriate, but the truth is that I had already zoned out. The drumsticks were dangling temptingly from his hand; the cymbals were winking at me and I had waited a whole week to whack the hell out of something.