back to the roots

I was only ever good enough at drums to make the music I needed to make.

Never flashy. Never precise. Just enough.

Couldn’t do double kick. Couldn’t flow through artsy fills.

But I locked into robotic, syncopated grooves tight enough to hold chaos together.

And somehow, in the middle of my bandmates’ metalcore, grunge, and black metal madness…

it worked.

I was the glue.

I haven’t touched a kit since 2015.

Didn’t think I’d ever get back into it.

But lately, I’ve been picking up this cheap acoustic-electric off Amazon—

something bluesy in the fingers,

something honest.

Turns out I’ve still got a knack for it.

The old fire’s still there, just quieter.

I’m learning blues guitar again.

Udemy course I bought years ago.

Focusrite Scarlett.

Bundled condenser mic.

It’s all budget gear now—

but it doesn’t fight me.

And that feels right.

Feels like 2005 again.

Feels like I might finally play what I meant to say back then.

No plan. Just roots.

Hard blues. The kind that doesn’t ask for attention.

The kind that shows up anyway.

—C.H.