As I soon discovered, there was one big problem with my dream: I had no rhythm. And I was in denial. When the band teacher was kind enough to be honest, I answered him with my knowledge of Motown and my willingness to work hard. He was patient, but he was also clear that vision was not enough. “It’s about drum talent,” he would say. “You haven’t got any.” I spent the next two years fighting for something I never possessed. What I lacked in talent, I made up for in aggressively bad drumming.
