Pearl and I

Pearl and I had a relationship that could be described
As extraordinary
But me and my drum go back like old school chums
Its kind of.legendary
I was a keen fifteen-year-old looking to fulfill a role
And I found it in a snare Id care for as if it were a myth
At first, she felt kind of heavy, but I knew I was ready
Pearl was the best drum in the world to perform with
I learned my strokes from the folks who played her before
But Pearl would hurl me into long and extensive sessions
Id twirl my sticks and try different tricks so very diverse
Id rehearse so hard and be focused it was an obsession
With each rudiment I learnt it meant something rousing
The girls admired us in our Pearls as the section got cleaner
Sometimes when the drumline went home Id stay behind
Banging away until the cops came for a misdemeanor
Yet there I was, perfecting combinations of flams and diddles
Getting the grip right, not too loose nor too tight but just fine
Every rim shot I got was loud and taut it would pop my ears
Id reach new tiers to then teach them to the rest of the line
Sometimes Pearl and I would be alone in the practice room
Id clean the shell and chrome then comb over her batter head
Id check the hoops, the butt side strainer and the tension rods
Fine tuning the snare to bear the long performances ahead
The last time I played her was a day before my graduation
Shed be a new kids instrument, it was just the rule of thumb
As the graduating drum major I would be conducting the band
And thats the story of Pearl and I, of me and my drum
Author's Note
A love story, erotic? maybe?
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