The Drum Beats no Longer


The Drum Beats no Longer

by: Ronovan

The Daily Prompt today asked about a musical instrument. It surprises me sometimes where a few words in print can lead you back to another life.

My bio-father was a musician, that is to say when he wasn’t doing other things for money. He recorded at Sun Records in Memphis, TN. Yes THAT Sun Records. And yes he was a truck driver. No, he wasn’t Elvis. But he was from Tupelo, MS. He was a drummer and singer primarily.

 

I don’t know if I ever heard him sing for certain. I had his record once until I smashed it into a million pieces and threw it away.

 

I’m told I would be placed on the side of a pool table and shoot pool as an infant and entertain the people while he performed. But things are passed down from one generation to the next. For me, I have rhythm. I can keep a beat without a thought.

 

Everything became a drum when I was tiny. Both sides of my family were musical. My maternal grandfather was a singer as well. Both musical men ended up leaving their families.

 

I was discouraged greatly in regards to music. I guess maybe it was because musicians were associated with wandering men in my family, or bad men. Now I write words to songs that I cannot put music to. I hear it in my mind but cannot put it to paper.

 

With my concussion and the results I cannot listen to music any longer. I guess finally they’ve won. No more music possibilities for me. I still write songs, but they are poems now. The reader can make their own music to match what they feel.

 

I never look at the bad as bad. You can always use it for something good. Sure, it’s bad for you but you can use that experience in life to help someone else. It only stays bad if you let it stay bad.

 

Much Respect

Ronovan

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About Ronovan

Storyteller of old and new worlds while living life through my young characters. I write MG/YA/NA and Adult fiction but primarly focus on the YA/NA areas in all genres. Writing about the young keeps me that way myself. Using my education in History, my Teaching experience and love of Literature I bring my imagination to life in the printed word. Can be reached at ronovanwrites(at) gmail (dot) com.

Posted on July 3, 2014, in Life and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Very touching post..specially loved the last line – it only stays bad if you let it stay bad..so true!

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  2. An interesting take on music, but every musician winds up like Perry Como or Ernest Tubb. Music takes us places we may not want to go. I went overseas about the time “I Left My Heart In San Francisco” became popular. Indeed, I left mine there, too, and I wore groves off that record before it was time to return home.

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  3. awe nice post. I am sorry about your concussion. Music men are interesting people. It is too bad your family was so discouraging of you taking that path if you had wanted to though.

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  4. I’m delighted you didn’t quit altogether. You inspire.

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  5. Oh, that last line. So, very, very true. If only us Humans could let go sometimes, we’d all be in a better place.

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