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Nov 18, 2009
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Roots of Musicality
We grew up doing loads of things
that normal brothers, do;
we shared a bedroom growing up
played, and fought well together, too.
But, as we grew we realized
our own individuality,
not just our five year difference in age
or who we were like, in our family.
I was greatly drawn towards the drums
Tony took to the guitar,
when we needed a bass-player in the band
well, the stretch wasn't all that far;
and the more that we would practice
the tighter we became,
pretty soon, the bass and drums did blend
'til our rythm was one and the same.
We began to listen, endlessly
to every song that we had played,
'til we could play them effortlessly
so, our amatureousity had time to fade;
and still, we share the music
our adolescence had brought our way,
at times, I can still recall the groove
that we'd feel when we would play.
Pulled into different directions
he's made his home in Tennessee,
we're quite through playing together
but, we play on.....separately;
and every time that I play a song
be it fast, or be it slow.....
some of my talents displayed, today
I learned courtesy.....my li'l bro !
that normal brothers, do;
we shared a bedroom growing up
played, and fought well together, too.
But, as we grew we realized
our own individuality,
not just our five year difference in age
or who we were like, in our family.
I was greatly drawn towards the drums
Tony took to the guitar,
when we needed a bass-player in the band
well, the stretch wasn't all that far;
and the more that we would practice
the tighter we became,
pretty soon, the bass and drums did blend
'til our rythm was one and the same.
We began to listen, endlessly
to every song that we had played,
'til we could play them effortlessly
so, our amatureousity had time to fade;
and still, we share the music
our adolescence had brought our way,
at times, I can still recall the groove
that we'd feel when we would play.
Pulled into different directions
he's made his home in Tennessee,
we're quite through playing together
but, we play on.....separately;
and every time that I play a song
be it fast, or be it slow.....
some of my talents displayed, today
I learned courtesy.....my li'l bro !
— docmaverick, Nov 18, 2009
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Critiques
Kailashana
16 years 6 months ago
I love this poem, Doc.
Antoinette Mar…
16 years 6 months ago
Of Course ....
docmaverick
16 years 6 months ago
You're both....