I come from the Land of the Ice and Snow

My 10 year old niece is learning to play the flute. She knew I was coming over last weekend so she got the accompanying percussion parts to the songs she is learning, so I could help her practice.

I sat at my brother's drum kit and rested my sheets of music on the floor tom. We played the 1812 Overture about a dozen times. Mostly quarter notes and rests.

Then she starts noodling around between songs. Wait a minute? What's that line she's playing?

"Is that ... Led Zeppelin?" I ask.

"Yeah. The Immigrant Song. My teacher, Mr G., taught me.

I moved the sheet music on the floor—and my god, an uncle couldn't be more proud—we jammed Led Zeppelin! Thanks Mr. G. You rock!