#grebs COME HOME

[mitchmrner]

so sad we sent backcheck paycheck forecheck back to the minors

[thecoolersouthparkforeignkids]

Finally, this took me so long, you don't even understand

Declan lore (familial relationships)

((Declan is five, Aoife is eight))

Mum had been weird lately. Sad.

That was the only way that Declan could think to describe it. Mum didn’t want to play piano with him anymore, she didn’t sing or even hum while she cooked, she wasn’t laughing with him when she was getting him ready for bed.

He’d asked Aoife about it, she didn’t answer him at first, so he had to keep asking. When he’d finally annoyed her enough into answering, Declan didn’t like the answer she gave him. She said that mum had been replaced by an alien and that the alien was waiting until Declan let his guard down and then it would eat his face off. He knew she was just winding him up, trying to scare him for annoying her. Even so, he was scared, and he was too scared to go to his mum for comfort.

He started to believe Aoife though, because she started coming into his room at night and covering his ears with her hands. Aoife looked sad, scared too. He didn’t know why Aoife was covering his ears, whatever she was blocking him from hearing was too muffled for him to comprehend, but whatever it was couldn’t have been good because Aoife cried. Aoife never cried, not even when she broke her arm after falling out of a tree, or when she got that huge cut on her face… Declan wasn’t told how Aoife got that cut, no one would tell him. It was another one of those instances when asking questions got him sent to bed with no dinner.

Aoife couldn’t always be there to cover his ears though, so he soon found out why she was doing it. Aoife was staying at her friend’s house for a sleepover party. Declan wasn’t allowed to have sleepovers yet, his dad said that if any of his friends found out that he still wore pull-ups to bed, he’d have no friends. ‘No one wants to be friends with the little greb that pisses the bed.’

The house was really quiet. Maybe it was always this quiet, he couldn’t be sure. Usually when Aoife was home she took him to the park after school and they didn’t go home until tea time. Declan wasn’t allowed to go to the park by himself yet, mum was worried that the bigger boys would hurt him.

Declan didn’t like eating tea at the table anymore, especially if Aoife wasn’t there to pull faces at him while they ate. The silence of the room, only broken by the sounds of cutlery on the plates and chewing, drove him mad. Silence filled him with a sense of dread like no other, because silence this heavy was only ever filled by one thing. A fight.

They’d almost gotten all the way through tea without the inevitable screaming match. Maybe they’d manage a day without one, like before?

“Declan, baby, help mammy with the dishes.” His mum said as she began clearing the table, glancing over at Declan with the faintest hint of her old smile.

“Okay, ma-“

His dad sneered, “He’s a lad. Lad’s don’t do dishes. That’s a woman’s job.”

His mum’s face dropped back to that expressionless frown that had been etched into it lately, her gaze falling to her hands as she quickly took the plates to the kitchen.

“Do them yourself, Siobhan.” He got up from the table, disappearing into the living room, “It’s all you’re good for!”

The plates from dinner were roughly dropped into the sink, clattering loudly. Declan flinched, sinking lower into his chair. He wanted to go upstairs and hide in his room, but he was supposed to do his homework after dinner, and he had to do his homework at the table.

He wished Aoife was here. Aoife would pull a face at him, or flick a stray pea at him, she’d just do something, anything, to distract him. He could only try and distract himself with his homework and hope that this was as much of a fight that would happen tonight.

((Declan is seven, Aoife is ten))

“Why’s me food cold, Siobhan?” His dad slurred, swaying slightly as he stood in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room.

“Because, it’s been sitting there since five. The time you were supposed to be home and eat it, Sian.” His mum replied coldly, not looking up from the cup of tea she was stirring.

“Av’ you got a problem with me? Fuckin’ say it! Don’t do all this fuckin’ stupid female bullshit.” His dad raised his voice, stumbling forward into the kitchen. Despite being wobbly and unsteady on his feet, he was still terrifyingly tall and menacing when he was stood over someone like this.

Declan was seriously starting to regret his hiding spot. He didn’t want to be anywhere near this, let alone curled up in the cupboard. If he was scared to make noise before - Aoife playing her own special version of seeker, in which the seeker got to pelt you with nerf bullets after finding you - he was absolutely fucking terrified of making noise now. His dad hated him playing hide and seek, especially if he hid in stupid places like this. If dad found him right now, he’d get thrown up the stairs in an instant, chased into his room and most definitely smacked somewhere.

“I don’t have a problem, Sian. You asked a question and I answered it.”

“What? Am I not allowed to go t’ the pub with me mates after a hard days work? Is that it?”

His mum scoffed out an incredulous laugh, “The pub? Don’t lie to me, Sian. Own up to it if you’re going to do it.”

Declan bit down on his bottom lip, feeling his eyes starting to water. Why did she say that? Doesn’t mum know that talking back only makes dad madder when he’s drunk? He didn’t like this, he didn’t want to be caught listening in, but he couldn’t exactly escape now. He was too scared to move to cover his ears and attempt to make it slightly better.

Something smashed against the tiled floor, if Declan had to guess, his dad chucked the nearest object in the direction of his mum; his guess confirmed later when it was finally safe for him to crawl out of the cupboard, the shattered remains of a decorative plate his nan had given to them from one of her holidays littering the floor.

“Fine! I was at the fuckin’ whore house! Is that what you want me to say? Fucks sake, Siobhan.” His dad yelled over the sound of the plate smashing.

“Yes! If it’s the truth, then yes! Just tell me the fucking truth, Sian!” His mum finally lost it, raising her voice to match her husband.

“Un-fucking-believable.” His dad muttered, Declan could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“I’m being unbelievable? You know what, Sian, I couldn’t give a rats ass where you’ve been, it’s the-“

“Save it, Siobhan. Going on like a wet-one about the fucking kids. You’re a woman, you look after the ki-“

“Yes, our fucking kids, Sian! The kids you made me have!” His mum screamed, her voice cracking.

Declan blinked, his tears silently rolling down his face in the darkness of the cupboard. His mum didn’t want him? Is that what she meant? Is that why she was so mad, because she didn’t love her kids, didn’t want them?

((Declan is nine and Aoife is eleven))

Declan was sat in the office of his primary school, ice pack held up to his cheek. It was a stupid fight, he knew that. It didn’t negate the fact he’d been pissed off at the kid. Where did the kid get off on spreading rumours like that? His dad wasn’t cheating on his mum, Finn was just a lying gobshite who’s da sells avon.

The doors to the office swung open, Aoife came storming in. She didn’t look happy, hardly ever did, but still. She’d left primary school and now went to an all girls secondary, her uniform looked gay as hell, manditory knee-length skirts and little bows instead of ties. Even in the gay-ass uniform, Aoife looked as scary as ever when she came in, glaring daggers at Declan.

“Gettin’ in a fight for? Stupid fuckin’ eejit.” Aoife pulled Declan up by his arm, dragging him toward the door. She stopped briefly to acknowledge the receptionist, “Oh, hiya, Deirdre. How’ve you been?”

Declan rolled his eyes, Aoife always chatted with adults like she was one of them. Honestly, sometimes she sounded more like Declan’s mum than his sister.

“Ooh, Aoife, dear, I’ve been grand. You?”

“Aye, yeah, grand. Well, ‘cept for keeping this gobshite out of trouble.”

Deirdre chuckled, most adults did when talking to Aoife. It was usually followed by “Ooh, my, you’re an old soul, aren’t you?” Aoife seemed to take pride in that, Declan thought it was dumb, retarded even, to want to seem like an adult. All adults did was argue and moan about stupid shit.

“Awh, well, I best not be keeping yous, I bet your mum an’ dad want to give Declan a good talking to.”

“Aye, yeah. Alright, bye for now, Deirdre.” Aoife waved goodbye before tugging Declan out of the school building.

“Ow. Stop feckin’ dragging me, you bitch.” Declan whined, pulling away from Aoife and glaring back at her.

“Call me a bitch again and watch what happens. I was chatting someone up and then I had to come down here and pick your stupid nobhead-ed self up. Getting in a fight for? Didn’t I tell you last time?” Aoife ranted, storming ahead of Declan on account of her longer legs, causing Declan to jog to catch up to her.

“I just did, don’t matter why… And who’re you chatting up anyway, you go to an all girls school you lezzer.” Declan almost bumped into Aoife’s back when she stopped suddenly.

“The boys school was vistiting and I was chatting one of those lads up,” Aoife quickly spat out, “C’mere, lemme have a look at your face.”

She pulled Declan’s hand and the ice pack away from his cheek before he could protest, hissing through her teeth at the bruise forming there. “Ooh, ay… He had a propper crack at you, there, didn’t he?… Did’ja win at least?”

“Yeah, obviously I won…” Declan’s gaze lowered to the floor, away from the raised brow stare she was giving him, “No… I didn’t win… That’s why they sent me home early, in case Finn tried to jump me on the way home.”

“Finn? Finn fucking Calligan? His da sells avon, fucks he starting fights for?”

The rest of the walk home was filled with Declan giving a very dramatised series of events about the fight, while Aoife listened and called bullshit from time to time. It was fun, for a moment they felt the slightest semblance of normalcy. They were just brother and sister, walking home from school and winding each other up.

That didn’t last, of course it didn’t. When did anything good ever last? When they got home, the front door to the house was wide open. They eyed it, looking to each other in worry as they slowly approached the house. Aoife went inside first, putting her arm out in of Declan’s chest to stop him from running inside with absolutely no caution.

“Mammy? Dad?” Aoife called out into the house. She had been wondering why she’d been called out of school early to get Declan, her parents should’ve been to get him. Was something wrong? Had something happened? Was she about to walk in on a bloody murder scene and become an orphan with Declan?

No. That was retarded. Obviously not.

“Aoife? What’re you doing home from school?” Their dad called from up the stairs. He sounded to be in a good mood today, that was good.

“Oh, uh, had to pick our Declan up, he got in a fight.” Aoife answered truthfully, much to Declan’s horror. Even if their dad seemed to he in a good mood, there was no telling how he was going to react to that.

“Aye? ‘S that so?” Their dad asked again, making his way down the stairs. He didn’t look mad… yet. It was always hard to tell if he was about to fly into a rage or not.

“Uh…” Declan stared at his dad for a moment, praying to god that his dad was in a good mood, “Aye?”

“That’s my lad. I were startin’ to think your mam had turned you into a right puff.” His dad stepped closer, clapping him on the back, “Did’ja win, son?”

“Yeah, aye, I won, da.” Declan lied, if he said he’d lost now his dad would definitely have his ass. Aoife didn’t call bullshit this time, just staying silent as she nodded along in an attempt to add credibility to Declan’s story.

“That’s it son. Good news.” He sighed in a dramatic display of exaggerated joy, knocking on the doorframe before continuing, “Even more good news, kids. We’re moving.”

“Moving?” Declan echoed.

“Where?” Aoife questioned.

“Somewhere in America. Doesn’t matter. Anyway, go get packing, kids. Good thing you did get home early, I want yous both packed before your mam gets home.”

His words struck them as a little odd, but not wanting to potentially piss him off and ruin the good mood he was in, they ran up the stairs to do as they were told.

Their dad had already been in and started packing away some things into boxes, so it didn’t take too long until they’d fully packed their entire lives into some cardboard boxes. Despite the weirdness, it was kind of exciting. Declan didn’t have any friends he’d miss, he’d practically fought with his entire school by that point - including some of the girls - so he wasn’t well liked by any standards. Aoife was a little pissed off, she’d worked hard to befriend her classmates in her all girls school, going to bullshit after school church functions so she could hang out with them. Although, the concept of wearing anything but that stupid school uniform everyday quickly overcame any ill-thoughts she had toward the move. She hadn’t really clicked with any of the girls anyway, they all seemed really immature to her, always gossiping about the boys from the boys school. Who gave a crap? Boys were little freaks that smelt like B.O.

Everything important was packed up and shoved into the back of their dads car before their mum got home. Their dad rubbed his hands together like a cartoonish villain about to un-hatch an evil plot, smiling down at the pair of them.

“Alright. In the car. Flight’s later, we’ve got to get to the airport.”

“Wha- B-But what about mammy? Shouldn’t we-“ Declan spluttered, the confusion bubbling over and overwhelming him.

“Don’t talk like a wet-one, Declan. Just get in the car.” Their dad’s jovial tone darkened for a moment, as did his gaze. Aoife quickly ushered Declan into the car, leaning over to buckle his seatbelt for him out of habit.

“Why aren’t we waiting for mammy?” Declan whispered urgently to Aoife, forgetting all about the stupid wall he put up to appear solid. He wasn’t solid. He was scared and he wanted his mum.

“I don’t know. Just stay quiet. We don’t want daddy shouting, do we?” Aoife replied, her calm voice trembling slightly. She was scared too. Declan shook his head, sinking into the car seat. He tried making himself as small as possible, hunching over and leaning his head against the window as his dad drove toward the airport. A few times tears threatened in his eyes, so he’d quickly close them and force himself to fall asleep for a while.

Mum didn’t show up at the place they had to go to ship their stuff over to their new house, or at the airport, or when it was time to board the plane, or when they got on the plane.

Declan and Aoife were sat beside each other on the plane, their dad was seated in a different area of the plane. While that didn’t help either of their nerves, it did help with allowing Declan to show the emotions his dad deemed ‘girly’.

He looked at his sister, his eyes wide as tears collected in them. “Aoife… Why’s mammy not with us?”

Aoife shrugged, her own eyes glazed over slightly as she was clearly trying hard not to cry herself, “I don’t know Declan… Just get some sleep, yeah?”

Declan nodded, accepting Aoife’s shoulder to rest his head against, curling up as best he could on the plane seat. He’d never been on a plane before, he was a little scared, but he was glad that at least Aoife was there with him. Aoife was mean sometimes, but she never made fun of him for crying.

((Declan is ten, Aoife is twelve))

“Happy birthday dear Declan, happy birthday to you!” The song finished and Declan blew out the candles on the cake in front of him.

His first birthday since moving. He was ten now. Was he supposed to feel different just because his age now had two digits in it rather than just one? Maybe all that would kick in later? Either way, he’d never had a birthday party like this before. Back in Ireland he didn’t have enough friends to warrant a party, but somehow - that somehow definitely being Jo - he’d managed to make a decently sized group of friends. Even if he did consider most of them more like acquaintances rather than actual friends.

Something that was a little weird to him, from the very limited knowledge he had about birthday parties back home, was that Americans cut up and ate the cake at the party. Weird. Thank god He wasn’t friends- acquaintances- with any losers with food allergies and could have an actual cake.

“So…” Jo appeared at his side, his usual stupid smile on his face, “Are you enjoying being ten like the rest of us?”

“If it means no more feckin’ dumb jokes about me being ‘the baby of the group’ the yeah, it’s grand.” Declan replied, shoving Jo slightly, although the tiny grin on his face betrayed him from appearing actually mad.

“Hi, Declan.” Great, now Angel was here… Though it was rare to see Jo and Angel apart for more than a few hours, they didn’t call themselves cousins for no reason.

Jo shot Declan the look that meant ‘be nice’, so Declan obliged. “Hi.”

“I was looking at your cards, because they were pretty, and you missed one.” Angel said, presenting him with an envelope he hadn’t even seen when it’d been time to open presents and cards.

Declan recognised the handwriting on the envelope straight away, the swirly lettering that his mum wrote in. She hadn’t forgotten his birthday like his dad had said. Jo, able to read faces and possibly minds too, caught onto the brief glimpse of sadness in Declan’s eyes as he read over the envelope.

“Is it from your mum?”

“Yeah…”

“You want me to get Aoife?”

“No. It’s alright… She’s probably lezzing out somewhere anyway.”

Jo scoffed slightly, “Alright. We’ll just be over there,” Jo pointed toward where the cake was being given out to the queue of their classmates on the other table that had been booked for Declan’s party. Declan nodded slightly, Jo taking Angel with him to get some cake.

Declan looked back down at the envelope in his hands. It didn’t feel like a card, it felt like a letter. He swallowed, ripping open the envelope as carefully as he could and pulling the letter out.

“I miss you guys so so much. I’m sorry I couldn’t see you on your birthday, sweetheart. I’ll try and make it for Christmas!

I hope you’re settled in alright in your new school, made loads of new friends. You’ve always been good at making friends, my sweet little man, just stop getting in all those fights.

Keep practicing your Gaeilge, a leanbh.

Your dad told me everything, I’m so proud of you, Declan. You’re such a brave and strong lad. Hope I get to meet this Jo of yours. Look after your sister for me.

See you soon, love from Mammy xx”

He stared at it long after he’d finished reading it, trying and partially failing to conceal the tears welling in his eyes. Luckily before anyone that would’ve taken the piss out of him saw it, Jo came back over, alone now that Angel had been distracted by someone else.

“You okay?” Jo asked. His voice was infuriatingly soft. Declan appreciated it, appreciated him, but he also hated anyone thinking he wasn’t strong, that he wasn’t tough.

“Yeah.” Declan scoffed to disguise a sniffle, “Just a dumb letter. Like I care.”

Jo didn’t look convinced, so Declan took it a step further, ripping the letter a few times before shoving it into his pocket. He instantly regretted it, but refused to let it show on his face for the remainder of the party. It wasn’t until he got home later that night, that he retrieved the crumpled, torn letter from his pocket and quietly across the hall to Aoife’s room.

“What do you wan-“ Aoife started in her usual tone of bitter annoyance, stopping herself when she looked up to see the look of total devastation on Declan’s face.

“Declan?” She asked, her voice immediately softer as she approached him and held him by the shoulders.

“I ripped up mammy’s letter…” He choked out, holding out the pieces to her. His tears fell freely and silently down his cheeks, staring up at his sister for a solution. Aoife was his big sister, she can fix anything, she always fixes everything.

“Oh… You daft eejit, why’ve you done that then?” Aoife questioned, taking the torn letter to her desk and grabbing her tape.

“I dunno… I just did…” Declan sniffed, peering over Aoife’s shoulder as she taped the letter back together.

Aoife tutted, although she wasn’t actually mad at him, she’d also done stupid things in the heat of the moment, she knew what it was like. After she’d taped it back together, they sat beside each other on Aoife’s bed and read it again. Declan rested his head on her shoulder, subtly wiping his tears and snot on her sleeve.

“That’s nice of mammy, ay?”

“Mmhmm… Aoife?”

“Aye?”

“Can… Can I stay in here tonight?”

Aoife rolled her eyes but she didn’t say no, she also knew how much it sucked to miss their mum, and Aoife was the closest thing Declan had to their mum right now. Besides, even if he was ten now, he was still just a little kid in her eyes, and she wouldn’t ever say no to him when he needed her anyway. Not even when they’re eighty and seventy seven, she’ll always have a soft spot for her baby brother.

“Alright. Have you been the loo though? I’m not having you piss in my bed.” She teased gently, not retaliating when he whined and punched her in the arm. It was a low blow after all.

[grebcomics]

Waiting, watching, looking out to sea waiting for my love to come home to me ❤️ Greb store 

[escopensquash]

Donna completes five-game run to the title as Gawad claims a first

Donna Lobban had already survived two five game thrillers to reach the final, while second seed Julianne Courtice had enjoyed an easier passage to the final. 

Despite a good start to the first from Donna, Julianne pegged it back to take the lead 11-6.  Donna fought back to take the next two 11-9 but when Julianne claimed the fourth 11-7 Donna was looking at a third successive decider.

Donna eased ahead, 8-5, Julianne closed to 6-8 but Donna pulled away again and unlike her previous matches it only took one match ball for the Aussie-cum-Scot to claim her first ESC Open title 11-8 in 56 minutes.

"It's been a tough week," admitted the  new champion, "I've had some tough battles and I was really hanging on there at times. I wish I had Jules' racket skills, but I managed to get through in the end.

"Scotland is like my second home so it was great to have such fantastic support from people here.

“When I think that this time last year I was learning to walk again, I'm really delighted to have come back and to win this title feels really special."

The men's final saw Greb Lobban aiming to continue his run of upset results to reclaim the title he won in 2018, but Egyptian Karim Abdel Gawad, who came through to the final with two five game victories, was in no mood for another thriller.

Karim quickly got into his stride, taking the first two games 11-8 with Greg pulling a few points back towards the end of each. There was no recovery in the third as Karim pulled away again, claiming the match and the title 11-4 in 30 minutes.

"People say they'd love to get on court with the top guys," joked Greg afterwards, "I don't know why, it's horrible!  I've had a good week, but all credit to Karim, he controlled the match from start to finish and everything he tried came off."

Gawad was delighted with the win: "It's my first time in Scotland and I've really enjoyed it. The club, the crowd, the court are all great, and the prize money  helps too! It would be great to see a big PSA event come to Scotland, but hopefully I'll be back to defend my  title next year anyway."

Edinburgh Sports Club Open 2020 : FINALS

[5] Donna Lobban (Aus) 3-2 [2] Julianne Courtice (Eng)  6-11, 11-9, 11-9, 7-11, 11-8 (56m) [2] Karim Abdel Gawad (Egy) 3-0 [5/8] Greg Lobban (Sco)  11-8, 11-8, 11-4 (30m)

[creativinn]

Artist Interview: Greb Lobb

Introduction written by Jenny-Lyn Fife:

Meet Greg Lobb, the creator of home-based business Mosquito Workshop! Located in Air Ronge, SK, he began his woodworking business in 2016, after transitioning out of a career in EMS. Greg enjoys working for himself and has delved into a fulltime entrepreneurship endeavour. He likes to joke that he built his shop to validate the space where he houses his impressive collection of Masters of the Universe figures. With an interest in graphic design, Greg takes on larger commissions for signage, which is his discipline of choice. He also creates home interior pieces, including cutting boards and trays, framing and furniture, as well as memorial pieces. He thrives on variety – a multi-faceted approach to his business keeps it exciting. Placing an emphasis on quality, Greg takes into account both function and aesthetics. Stylistically, smooth lines feature in the fluidity of his designs. Enjoying the process of making, he prides himself on efficiency. He finds many rewarding aspects in the relationships built with clientele to create meaningful pieces for both individuals and communities. Find Greg Lobb’s work at Handmade House Saskatoon, Traditions Hand Craft Gallery Regina, Hansen-Ross House Fort Qu’Appelle, Coming Together Hafford and Lac La Ronge Tourism Centre.

Interview with Greg Lobb

Mosquito Workshop Website: mosquitoworkshop.com Instagram: @mosquitoworkshop Facebook: Mosquito Workshop

What kind of artwork do you create?

I create a number of wood based goods. Signs, kitchenware, custom furniture and framing. I believe the spice of life is variety, so I keeps it spicy.

How do you get through artist’s block?

Typically, I set it on the back burner and work on other things. I get hung up on some projects and stuck in my head trying to solve how to progress, this can go on for weeks sometimes, an epiphany will occur and I can move on, time will reveal the answer.

How has your art/craft practice changed over time?

With time and experience, a higher quality produce has been the result. I like efficiency, so I’m constantly critiquing my own processes, looking for areas where time can be reduced or another tool maybe contribute to the success.

What are you currently working on?

I have a number of names signs due over the next 6 weeks, a small bluff of tree shaped bookcases, a very large sign installation for a local music festival plus a number of smaller projects for the same, a couple markets in the near future that I’ll have to produce signature products for, some tattoo shop signage plus a growing waiting list that never seems to get tackled.

What is your typical studio day routine?

Coffee, be upset at the mess I constantly leave myself, waste some more time, panic to get some things done, take a break rewarding my measly progress, social media, drive all the way into town to get $4 worth of hardware, and then we do lunch. But for real, every week is different, depending on what deadlines are due, typically in the shop by 10am, Monday/Tuesday are usually my most productive days, also not uncommon to work through the weekend or well into the evening.

This content was originally published here.

[oraclesofnorway]

『Hit Like A Girl Contest 2018』Good Times Bad Times - LED ZEPPELIN / Cover by Yoyoka , 8 year old drummer from よよか on Vimeo.

My name is Yoyoka Soma. I am 8 year old Japanese drummer.

youtube.com/user/kaneaikaneai

When I was a just small baby, my parents had a home studio and there were various kinds of instruments. My parents were performing music activities as amateur singer-songwriters and they cradled me with their music. When I listened to their songs and guitar performances, I was eager to join them and couldn’t stop beating out a rhythm. That was why I started playing the drums. The drum was the first instrument in which I felt an interest in my life. My parents’ music peers often visited us to play together. I was glued to the powerful and dynamic performances by the drummers. At age 2, I was playing the drums as if I were playing with toys. At age 4, I started performing at concerts. At age 5, my family band “Kaneaiyoyoka” was formed by my parents. We have released 2 self-produced CD albums so far. Not only the drums, I also play the keyboard and perform as a vocalist. I compose lyrics and music as well.

My favorite drummers are John Bonham, Chris Coleman and Benny Greb.

As a drummer, I enjoy being groove, tones and try to support vocalists carefully. My dream is to be the best drummer in the world. In addition, I want to be an artist who can do anything: playing all instruments, recording music, mixing the sound and designing the CD album jackets. As I am aiming at overseas activities, I am studying English conversation. I want to become friends with people all over the world through my musical activities!

As HLAG is a contest only for women, I definitely can’t lose it. I want to be the best female drummer. Thanks to the great support by my family and fans, I can continue the practice and other musical activities. I want to show the best result of my daily practice and come out on top of this contest!

Social Network: facebook: facebook.com/kaneaiyoyoka/ Twitter: twitter.com/yoyokadrums web: kaneai.jimdo.com/

[lake-ilinalta]

Hunter

Middas,  6:00 pm, 1st of Morning Star

   Y/N Loreius. Her bow was strapped to her back with two rabbits dangling from her belt, and two thrown over her shoulder. They slapped her fur armor with each hard step in the snow, every few feet she'd fall knee deep into the cold. The white powder and frost crunched beneath her feet on her way over the rocks and down the hill where dawnstar and white run met. 

    She'd always been a better shot than her brother, but when the war began... He was quick to enlist, leaving her to hunt for her family. Keep the farm running. The sun was down but the silence made her halt on her feet, looking down on her small homestead. Simple and neat, the mill would run from dawn to dusk grinding the wheat into flour and the cows would do restless laps in their pens. But the home she grew up in would stay quiet and calm. They'd host a guard every three days on their travels from Dragonreach to the far edge of the hold. 

    It was always quiet, but not like this. Not with the dragon born across the field, but his stable rested empty. Her eyes scanned the road, each direction from one giant camp to the other. Nothing. How can there be nothing? 

    She ran now, ran down the hill, through the snow. Worry sunk into her stomach and twisted in knots, not even realizing she'd dropped the rabbits in the snow. And didn't stop till her boots touched the grass and tundra cotton. Y/N stepped in thick blood the next step and her boots hesitated to leave the sticky ground, outside the cow pen. Her fingerless, leather gloved hand flew to her mouth choking back the gasp. The cows were slaughtered, having bled to death. The chickens were mutilated hastily and sprawled beside the cows. 

    "No." She hissed quietly and sprinted to the door before her mind could stop her, convince her of the danger she was putting herself in.

The lock was in shambles, busted open with a knife and the iron split handing from the tan wood. She pushed the door slowly with her shoulder and light spilled out of the door way. The small house was filled with the smell of venison stew, roasting in the fire place. The door opened further and further till she saw it. Saw them, her parents, laying in bed. Blood soaked the furs that covered their bodies. She'd never run faster than she did to her mothers side. She knelt beside the bed and her hands ghosted over her mothers throat. It was mesily torn by a dagger, a wound to her fathers chest as well. 

    Sinister cackling snapped her attention away from her tears that dripped on her moms cheek. Her back was pressed against the bed post in fear, eyes taking in the figure across the room. Red and black clothes, belled fools hat. 

    "Oh well madness is merry, and merryments might! " His voice dropped low and gruff when he took a step forward."When the jester comes calling with his knife in the night." 

    "You..." Y/N voice shook.  

    The bells on his hat jingled when he tilted his head to the side. "Me? But Cicero was innocent! I told Loreius, yes!  Told him he would pay for what he did to poor Cicero!" Two more steps forward and he growled, his eyes so cast in shadows they looked like dark pits. "But you wouldn't know anything about that, no.".   

   A burst of courage lifted her to her feet, dropping the rabbits to the floor with a muted thump. 

    "They were innocent! How-" she choked down rigged sobs. "How could you?"

    "Innocent?" He screamed jumping back as though the words visibly hurt him. "No, no! Vile creature loreius was! Said Cicero was smuggling weapons for the war! Greedy, greedy. He did not care for mother and me!" 

​​​​​  "I-i..." She stepped back into the fire pit, throwing racks of spices and garlic to the floor. 

   His steps followed her across the room till the backs of her legs met the night stand. 

    "Couldn't fix the wheel. Didn't have the tools. You didn't help us either! No, of course not. Greedy stubborn Loreius'."   

   Y/N drew the dagger at her hip. It's tip was hooked, meant for cutting rope and sawing antlers and bone. It was harsh and the thick iron was easily inhumane, but half the side of the knife the jester used on her unsuspecting parents. Her grip tightened until her knuckles drained up blood and her flesh grew white. 

    The only sound was that of Cicero's incoherent mumbling while he greb closer with each step. He towered over her so high his chin pressed against his chest to meet her eyes. Terror and dread filled her lungs at the thought of sharing the murderers air. 

    Her knife sliced the open space between them, hearing it's way through his shoulder. The same stroke brought his dagger across her arm and her ribs on it's way back to his side. Only it clasped his shoulder on reflex while the blood pooled quickly through his red, darkening,armor. He threw her into the dying embers and scuttled back, withdrawing to the dark corner he'd been hiding in. 

    "I'm bleeding!" He screamed. 

     She burned her hands lifting herself from the fire. Her blisters did nothing to mask the pain of her knife wounds. By some miracle or blessing of whatever divine listened, she made it through the doorway, past the mill before collapsing. She could force her body no further, couldn't raise herself from the sharp grey grass. There was only silence. Teeth chattering silence. 

    How far did she even make it? She heard nothing over her self deprecating thoughts, or the heavy spilling of her blood. Not the howling loud enough to burst her ear drums. Not the rhythm of stead feet. She couldn't see the goat horn light or feel hands undressing her bare. 

    Magic shouldn't be painful, but this- this she felt. There was screaming that could only come from her own throat. She stilled before long, her heart slowed and breath stuttered but a small hand squeezed hers through that night and the night which followed it. 

---------------

   "Father! Father, she's awake!" 

    His footsteps were loud down wooden stairs and halted the busy homestead. Not before she caught the hints of a lute in the background and smell of baked bread. 

   "Not so loud, Lucia." A man's voice scolded gently before the bed dipped. 

    The weight next to her caused a wince to cross her Nordic features. "Where am I?" Y/N croaked.

   The child hushed her while she was lifted to a sitting position with pillows propped to her back.​​​​​

​​​​   the girls fingers brushed over her cheek, the woman's eyes could barely open on their own. 

   "Sleep."

​​​​​

[swellcolors]

Stoked to have stumbled upon the studios of @byjoseixas and @grebism. Greb made this print now coming home with me. Thank you! I love it and am inspired. #swellcolors #lisbonartists #portugalart #printmaking #lxfactory #shoplocal #lisboaportugal (at LXFactory) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4j72DFDWCJ/?igshid=o9cq27kqlc6f

[foodlegend]

BANANAS Bendy ones, straight ones, big ones, small ones, yellow ones, green ones, bruised ones, hard ones. Good ones, crap ones. Ones that you leave on their ones 'til they've shrivelled and blackened. Fascinating game isn't it really. Fruit. Unpredictable (yet, entirely predictable). Has one ever had a particularly enjoyable banana? It's either unripe or ripe, right? Does brand matter? Origin? Do all bananas taste the baby food same? Oh that was the best banana of my life. Said nobody ever. Except maybe Samantha on Sex and the City amirite. Bananas. Slow energy release? More like low energy release amirite. Whoever got hyped on that? I heard that humans shouldn't eat bananas. That it's like putting rocket fuel in a car. Why? Dunno? Potassium? I heard the reason at the time but I can't remember it. Still, a good statement to reel off in company or whenever someone cracks a banana. Why? Dunno. Who cares enough to back things up. Legend has it if you freeze a banana it tastes just like ice cream. Sometimes I wang a banana with a bit of milk into a blender and make a humble milkshake. V realistic banana tasting, much endorse. Bananas are almost the only fruit I can be bothered with on the day to day. Forget apples and anything you're supposed to wash. Bananas come in their own suit. Jack it and crack it. You can chuck it down. Apples take too long and are too 4-D log flume experience. Oranges are too pomp and ceremony. The royal segment. And uh HELLO I thought this was supposed to be seedless? Pips ahoy. How can one rest? Give me a soft baby length (uh) that you can just gum in no stress. Ugh, I hate it when the skin comes off all fibrous and tears tho. When da easy peeler banana amirite. Mash it up and feed it to me, Daddy. Sometimes it has a hard nub on it, a too pronounced point. I thumb that off and pop it in the bin. Same with the bottom end. Should freeze them and save 'em for a soup tbh. What's up with the threads too amirite. I peel those strings off and bin that mess. That's if they come loose at the outset. I'm not looking to unpick them like a tailor. Do they come off the skin or the actual banana flesh? Barfs me out too much to find out. Ew, banana flesh. And the bruises. The proper mushy purple ones. Am I supposed to eat that? Nah fam that's some Crash shit. I'm not on that kink. Waitrose 45p Premium price point. 45p for a single banana. Are you wanking me off, mate? Couldn't tell the difference. Don't think I even ate it. Just let it bruise of natural causes in my backpack. Independent fruit and veg shop 15p Long and distinguished. Borderline offensive. Tied it to the radiator and threw skittles at it. Didn't eat. Probably tasted like a banana. Looked too big to be nice. Probs would have got bored mid-chore. Co-Op bag of fair trade bananas 85p Mmm which bag of green bananas should I choose from the many bags of unripe bananas that I'll never eat because I want a banana now and not in three days. I'll choose this one. I'll try one in blind optimism when i get home and its fibrous jacket will splinter and fingernails will be involved. The inner will be hard and made of shit. I'll smear it on the walls if it'll even smear. Probs not. I hate Co-Op. Tesco banana 18p Better than Co-Op's kryptonanas. Yellow enough, quite nice. Tastes like all other bananas. Had a sticker on it, can't remember what it said. Intel Inside. Aldi bag of bananas 65p Lil green around the gills but a righteous price point for a bin bag of bananas. Kind of half-size. Like son of Shrek's thumbs. Could smite a double in a single sitting. Other bananas are available but from my findings I prefer a banana that isn't too big nor thick. Not a string bean pencil dick tho. Prefs not perfectly straight. Bit of curvature of the spine. And as close to primary yellow as possible because otherwise it's just grebbing out on top of my fridge til it's bin-ready. Sad but true. HBU? *i didn't actually eat any bananas for this review. Got three for that purpose but they went manky on top of my fridge. Made up the prices above, sorry. Waitrose single bananas are about 45p though. Written for THE COEFFICENT OF DRAG #2

[twomusiciansabroad-blog]

JAN 23: Today was our last morning in Anaheim. The weather was dreary and cold, and Julia still felt sick. We were due to leave early to head to an 11am Drum Clinic in Hollywood, but thanks to a last minute change, we had the morning to let Julia rest and take her to a doctor to get her checked out. As it turns out, the poor thing has got the flu! I think it’s just an allergy to the current president, however. The medical staff were nice and set her up with some drugs and sent us on our way. It’s about an hour drive to Hollywood through the many winding freeways of LA from where we were staying in Anaheim. Julia has been doing the majority of the driving while we’ve been here, she’s a total gun, and I feel like I have the navigating down to an artform. But, while she’s cactus, our roles have reversed and I’m behind the wheel. The weather was nuts today as well. It was drizzling, then completely sunny and hot, then hailing out of nowhere and everything in between. Of course this played havoc with the traffic, but we got into Hollywood right on time. The clinic was held at Musicians Institute, LA’s version of modern conservatorium. I’ve heard both good and bad things about this place, like most music schools, but what they have that we don’t is a constant stream of top tier players coming by to teach and showcase. Man, if we had access to some of the pro’s that came through MI back at home, I know our music scene would be thriving and the players would be striving for much higher levels. The player in question today was easily my #1 drum-god; Benny Greb. I was lucky to meet Benny last NAMM and chat to him for a couple of hours, he’s an incredibly wise man in all aspects of life, but of course, especially on the drumset. This Clinic was -supposed- to be MI Alumni only, but when myself and a couple of other Australian cats heard about, we all bombarded the MI info line with enquiries. They were kind enough to offer us tickets. Equally fortunate was the fact that fellow Adelaidian Drummer, Carlo Loielo, was attending. Carlo is well known on social media for his #50DaysOf series’, which included 50 days of covering Benny Greb’s playing. In my chats with Benny last year, he revealed that part of his morning ritual was watching this young kid’s videos, so by the end of the series, he was in contact with Carlo and collaborating with him. When Benny heard that Carlo was in town and after tickets, he kindly offered him a guest spot and a +1. Well, my boy hooked me up. Free clinic to the one of my favourite drummers in the whole world? Yes, I think so. Without nerding out too hard (more than I already have), the clinic was faultless. Upon entering (ahead of everyone else, mind you. Sorry/NotSorry MI students...) I was greeted by Dave Elitch (who I will be studying with tomorrow) hanging out with Benny and messing around on his kit. It’s awesome seeing other professional drummers at these clinics, keeping their minds open to learning and growing. It really instills the mentality that we are all ‘forever students’ of our craft, which I think is why we drummers seem to bond so well. Benny opened with an amazing rendition of one of his Brass Band tunes, which was surprisingly powerful. His finesse and groove are universally known, but the power and dynamic range that some of these pro’s play with simply doesn’t translate to record, so you don’t realise the impact they have until you sit 3 feet in front of them. He then performed a special, unheard preview of his new record - which was rad - followed by a phenomenal solo. A huge 75minute Q&A session had Benny making us laugh, learn and think very deeply about our playing, practicing and our lives overall. It was truly inspiring! After the clinic, we drove to our new accommodation in Silverlake. The new place is really cute, even if the driveway is slightly (very) terrifying! The host had laid out cookies for our arrival (not vegan, sorry Hen...) and we were greeted with a gorgeous view of a sunset over the hollywood hills through our window.  This place will be great to just chill out and let Julia recover over the next couple of days. We don’t have much booked in for until we leave for San Fransisco, so expect lots of blogs about takeaway food and Family Feud. 

[wonderlandisatsomewhere]

Idiot, my idiot.

"Can." Can noticed a pair of shoes in his line of vision. Seems like he's lost in thought for quite sometime now. As he looked up the owner of the voice, he met with the person he is now scaring to see. Tin. Tin looked like a little out of breath like he was rushing. "Can. Where have you been? And you didn't pick up the phone." Can then looked for his phone but it was not with him. It seem like he lost it somewhere. And it made him feel worse. Tin sighed at how Can was lost in his thought again. He was searching his boyfriend after that girl said she had met up with Can. He was so done with someone trying to get into between them. As he saw Can like this, he decided it's time to solve every problem. Problems that are making him and his love one apart. Tin lightly pulled one of Can's hand and made him stood. "We need to talk. Come with me." Tin seems tense and Can knew something upset him. Is it because of him? Did he do something wrong? Every single bad idea rises up and suddenly Can wanted to cry. But he didn't want Tin to upset more. Tin dragged Can to where his car was parked. After opening the car's door, Tin gently pushed him into the passenger side. And made his way to the driver seat. He glanced at Can as he put the seat belt and as expected Can was just staring his own lap not moving a bit with his head down. Tin just sighed and put the belt for Can and pulled the car to the drive way. He knew he had to make everything clear for Can for them and it is now. And he needed their alone time and a quiet place. Can looked upward when he felt the car was stopped to recognize where it was. But not to Tin. Not because he didn't want to but because he was scared that something will really happen between them if he did. Tin took off the seat belt and turned to Can. "Can". "...." Tin sighed again and gently hold Can's hand which was placed on his lap. And he tried for second time, "Can, .." That's when Can looked up to him and much to his surprise, Can's eyes were filled with unshead tears. His heart ached at the sight. He made this to Can and he didn't even bother about it till now. Can whispered, "Please don't tell me yet if your are breaking up with me." Can's voice was shaking and his tears started to fall down with that. Tin wanted to punch himself right now. He was always good with words but now he didn't even know how to start. Only thing he knew was he really wanted to make those tears to stop. His Can is crying and it was his all fault. He then took off Can's seat belt He placed Can's hand he was holding on his chest. And gentally pulled Can's shaking body to his and engulted Can in his arms. "Why would i ever breaking up with you? Where do you even get that idea? Stop crying, please." Can's sobbing became louder and his hands grebbed Tin's shirt like he didn't wanted to let go so Tin kissed Can's head and kept his hug tighter. "Idiot, why are you not listening what i will say next. Wouldn't you listen to my explaination? From me, your boyfriend." Can continued to cry pouring all his heart out. When he started to calm down, Tin slowly pulled them apart to look down at Can who was sniffing and rubbing the remaining tears. Tin pulled down Can's hands and gently rubbed Can's cheeks with his thumbs. After that he stated staring right into Can's eyes. "I've never considerd someone else as my half but you. Do you think the things we've been throught together was nothing? Can, I love you. Only you." Can just stared at Tin not forming a word to say. He didn't know what to reply. Tin continued, "I have found you Can. And I am not planning to let you go. I am a snob. Remember?" Can smiled at that. That's when Tin felt relieved. He stated again. "And don't try to turn me down like this again. Understood?" Can nodded at him continued to sniff. "Answer Can." Tin placed his hand on Can's cheek. Can whispered. "I won't. But do you have any idea how scared i was. I thought you are really breaking up this time." Tin poked Can's forehead with a little force at that time. "Ouch, Tin..." "What? You deserve it for not having faith in me." "Tin I am sorry. I am a little insecure you know. I have a really handsome boyfriend after all." "Aww. You finally admit that i am handsome." Can rolled his eyes at that. Tin was happy that the atmosphere became lighter. Tin grabbed tissues paper from the box and handed some to Can. "Clean it because you don't want me to do that right. Such a childish boyfriend. And a nasty one." Can blowed his nose and replied, "But you love me right." Tin teasely tousled Can's hair and pulled his cheeks. "Yes you are lucky that I love you." "Tin....", Can shouted and patted Tin's hands which were on his cheeks. Tin grabbed those hands and intertwined their fingers. "Can,baby seriously, if you have anything to say just say. Don't avoid me like that. Just remember I love you." Can nodded repeatedly and Tin can't help but pulled that puppy boyfriend of his and kissed his cheek. Can's cheeks were flushed at that sudden kiss and hide his face in his boyfriend chest which smelled like home to him everytime he get that smell. "I am sorry."he muffled into Tin's shirt. "Say it", Tin pulled Can's face by the chin and hugged a little tighter as if he was preying off the words. "Hmmmm?", Can replied still flushed. "Say you love me too." "I love you too." Can's face was an actual tomato after the reply. Tin laughted and placed a kiss on Can's forehead. They hugged a little longer because Tin insisted and Can was too embarrassed to face again. ...... "Can, are you hungry?" "Of corse i am do you know how much energy was lost from crying? I am starving i can eat an elephant now. What should i eat? Fried chicken? Pizza? ....." Can continued babbling and Tin can't stop smiling while looking at Can. Tin shook his head at his boyfriend and started the engine. Because he knew Can will eat like he stated. .... And he love every bit of it. Wrote it for too long. And i can't help but needed to upload it here. Grammer mistakes warning.

[groupiesmusic]

Somebody pinch me. Is this real?

I started to play drums when I was 15 years old.

Some would say I was a bit late, others would say that is young. There weren’t any internet-based lessons at the time. It was all books and VHS tapes back then. (VHS stands for “Video Home System”, kids!). That’s it.

As a young player, I was hungry for information so I’d get my hands onto everything I could.

I bought Under The Table And Drumming by Carter Beauford, my all-time favourite drummer. I got Groove-A-Diddles with Jeff Salem and wore out a Larry Londin Benefit Concert tape where Dom Famularo was the host.

My parents would let me stay up as late as I wanted, so I always tuned into the opening track on the Dave Letterman show and was mesmerized by Anton Fig’s playing.

This is around the time I discovered a publisher called Hudson Music. I learned that they had been around for many years, previously running under the name DCI Music Video. They worked with some amazing players and this is where I discovered Thomas Lang (Creative Control, Creative Coordination), Benny Greb (The Language of Drumming), Neil Peart (Anatomy Of A Drum Solo), and so many other great players.

I bought almost every DVD and was sooooooo extremely happy that I didn’t have to rewind VHS tapes anymore. Haha! The production value was incredible and I finally had something to watch for both education and inspiration.

And here’s the thing: drummers around the world wouldn’t be nearly as skilled today if we hadn’t been so incredibly inspired by this type of media.

    When I first met Rob Wallis from Hudson Music in 2013, I was super nervous. Drumeo was still a young company finding its way — and this was one of the godfathers of drum education. He even wore shaded glasses and talked in a thick New York accent.

Rob shared his story about how he developed Hudson Music alongside Paul Siegel. I found out that he’s a drummer and loves the drum community. And the one thing I will always remember Rob telling me is: “It’s all about the content. We just have to produce good content.”

As drummers… no, as a human, it’s important to be selective on the media you choose to consume. And you do have a choice.

Today, we have Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, YouTube, and so many other platforms that are competing for our attention with clever algorithms to predict what will grab our attention and keep us on their platforms longer. But sometimes, the media that grabs your attention the best isn’t the media that deserves your attention the most.

I’m not complaining here, but we all need to be careful. You’ve heard the saying “you are what you eat”. I think it’s equally true that “you become what you consume” when it comes to media. It’s important to choose media that has a positive impact on your life: inspiring your mind, impacting your skills and interests, and ultimately aligning with who you want to be.

    As the CEO of Musora Media, Inc. (Drumeo, Guitareo, Pianote, Recordeo), I try to make responsible decisions when choosing what to film, who to partner with, and how to have a positive impact on this amazing community of musicians.

This week we announced our partnership with Hudson Music and released eight best-selling Hudson Music titles inside Drumeo, where our students can purchase them individually or choose to bundle a few of them with a Drumeo Edge membership.

Somebody pinch me. Is this real?

I was just browsing around the Drumeo members-area and I’m watching Thomas Lang shred in his Creative Control lessons. And this is all legal? Haha!

People always ask me if Drumeo is something I orchestrated with some grand plan. The answer is: no. Although I’m a student of the business world and make strategic decisions, I don’t think I could’ve ever planned for this years ago — having the good fortune of connecting with Rob and creating a partnership with Hudson Music to make more of your favorite drum lessons accessible in new ways, and to more drummers around the world.

Seriously. Don’t pinch me… punch me in the face! I need to know if this is for real.

At Drumeo, we’re going to continue to search for new ways to reach our mission of educating every single drummer in the world, regardless of age, location, or skill level.

And to YOU — the student, reader, drummer, hobbyist, professional, man, woman, or child: THANK YOU. I always say that without students, there would be no need for Drumeo to exist.

To Your Drumming Success,

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[hrtsgt]

『Hit Like A Girl Contest 2018』Good Times Bad Times - LED ZEPPELIN / Cover by Yoyoka , 8 year old drummer from よよか on Vimeo.

My name is Yoyoka Soma. I am 8 year old Japanese drummer.

youtube.com/user/kaneaikaneai

When I was a just small baby, my parents had a home studio and there were various kinds of instruments. My parents were performing music activities as amateur singer-songwriters and they cradled me with their music. When I listened to their songs and guitar performances, I was eager to join them and couldn’t stop beating out a rhythm. That was why I started playing the drums. The drum was the first instrument in which I felt an interest in my life. My parents’ music peers often visited us to play together. I was glued to the powerful and dynamic performances by the drummers. At age 2, I was playing the drums as if I were playing with toys. At age 4, I started performing at concerts. At age 5, my family band “Kaneaiyoyoka” was formed by my parents. We have released 2 self-produced CD albums so far. Not only the drums, I also play the keyboard and perform as a vocalist. I compose lyrics and music as well.

My favorite drummers are John Bonham, Chris Coleman and Benny Greb.

As a drummer, I enjoy being groove, tones and try to support vocalists carefully. My dream is to be the best drummer in the world. In addition, I want to be an artist who can do anything: playing all instruments, recording music, mixing the sound and designing the CD album jackets. As I am aiming at overseas activities, I am studying English conversation. I want to become friends with people all over the world through my musical activities!

As HLAG is a contest only for women, I definitely can’t lose it. I want to be the best female drummer. Thanks to the great support by my family and fans, I can continue the practice and other musical activities. I want to show the best result of my daily practice and come out on top of this contest!

Social Network: facebook: facebook.com/kaneaiyoyoka/ Twitter: twitter.com/yoyokadrums web: kaneai.jimdo.com/

[sireneatspoetry]

『Hit Like A Girl Contest 2018』Good Times Bad Times - LED ZEPPELIN / Cover by Yoyoka , 8 year old drummer from よよか on Vimeo.

My name is Yoyoka Soma. I am 8 year old Japanese drummer.

youtube.com/user/kaneaikaneai

When I was a just small baby, my parents had a home studio and there were various kinds of instruments. My parents were performing music activities as amateur singer-songwriters and they cradled me with their music. When I listened to their songs and guitar performances, I was eager to join them and couldn’t stop beating out a rhythm. That was why I started playing the drums. The drum was the first instrument in which I felt an interest in my life. My parents’ music peers often visited us to play together. I was glued to the powerful and dynamic performances by the drummers. At age 2, I was playing the drums as if I were playing with toys. At age 4, I started performing at concerts. At age 5, my family band “Kaneaiyoyoka” was formed by my parents. We have released 2 self-produced CD albums so far. Not only the drums, I also play the keyboard and perform as a vocalist. I compose lyrics and music as well.

My favorite drummers are John Bonham, Chris Coleman and Benny Greb.

As a drummer, I enjoy being groove, tones and try to support vocalists carefully. My dream is to be the best drummer in the world. In addition, I want to be an artist who can do anything: playing all instruments, recording music, mixing the sound and designing the CD album jackets. As I am aiming at overseas activities, I am studying English conversation. I want to become friends with people all over the world through my musical activities!

As HLAG is a contest only for women, I definitely can’t lose it. I want to be the best female drummer. Thanks to the great support by my family and fans, I can continue the practice and other musical activities. I want to show the best result of my daily practice and come out on top of this contest!

Social Network: facebook: facebook.com/kaneaiyoyoka/ Twitter: twitter.com/yoyokadrums web: kaneai.jimdo.com/

[timroe]

『Hit Like A Girl Contest 2018』Good Times Bad Times - LED ZEPPELIN / Cover by Yoyoka , 8 year old drummer from よよか on Vimeo.

My name is Yoyoka Soma. I am 8 year old Japanese drummer.

youtube.com/user/kaneaikaneai

When I was a just small baby, my parents had a home studio and there were various kinds of instruments. My parents were performing music activities as amateur singer-songwriters and they cradled me with their music. When I listened to their songs and guitar performances, I was eager to join them and couldn’t stop beating out a rhythm. That was why I started playing the drums. The drum was the first instrument in which I felt an interest in my life. My parents’ music peers often visited us to play together. I was glued to the powerful and dynamic performances by the drummers. At age 2, I was playing the drums as if I were playing with toys. At age 4, I started performing at concerts. At age 5, my family band “Kaneaiyoyoka” was formed by my parents. We have released 2 self-produced CD albums so far. Not only the drums, I also play the keyboard and perform as a vocalist. I compose lyrics and music as well.

My favorite drummers are John Bonham, Chris Coleman and Benny Greb.

As a drummer, I enjoy being groove, tones and try to support vocalists carefully. My dream is to be the best drummer in the world. In addition, I want to be an artist who can do anything: playing all instruments, recording music, mixing the sound and designing the CD album jackets. As I am aiming at overseas activities, I am studying English conversation. I want to become friends with people all over the world through my musical activities!

As HLAG is a contest only for women, I definitely can’t lose it. I want to be the best female drummer. Thanks to the great support by my family and fans, I can continue the practice and other musical activities. I want to show the best result of my daily practice and come out on top of this contest!

Social Network: facebook: facebook.com/kaneaiyoyoka/ Twitter: twitter.com/yoyokadrums web: kaneai.jimdo.com/

[amsimes]

『Hit Like A Girl Contest 2018』Good Times Bad Times - LED ZEPPELIN / Cover by Yoyoka , 8 year old drummer from よよか on Vimeo.

My name is Yoyoka Soma. I am 8 year old Japanese drummer.

youtube.com/user/kaneaikaneai

When I was a just small baby, my parents had a home studio and there were various kinds of instruments. My parents were performing music activities as amateur singer-songwriters and they cradled me with their music. When I listened to their songs and guitar performances, I was eager to join them and couldn’t stop beating out a rhythm. That was why I started playing the drums. The drum was the first instrument in which I felt an interest in my life. My parents’ music peers often visited us to play together. I was glued to the powerful and dynamic performances by the drummers. At age 2, I was playing the drums as if I were playing with toys. At age 4, I started performing at concerts. At age 5, my family band “Kaneaiyoyoka” was formed by my parents. We have released 2 self-produced CD albums so far. Not only the drums, I also play the keyboard and perform as a vocalist. I compose lyrics and music as well.

My favorite drummers are John Bonham, Chris Coleman and Benny Greb.

As a drummer, I enjoy being groove, tones and try to support vocalists carefully. My dream is to be the best drummer in the world. In addition, I want to be an artist who can do anything: playing all instruments, recording music, mixing the sound and designing the CD album jackets. As I am aiming at overseas activities, I am studying English conversation. I want to become friends with people all over the world through my musical activities!

As HLAG is a contest only for women, I definitely can’t lose it. I want to be the best female drummer. Thanks to the great support by my family and fans, I can continue the practice and other musical activities. I want to show the best result of my daily practice and come out on top of this contest!

Social Network: facebook: facebook.com/kaneaiyoyoka/ Twitter: twitter.com/yoyokadrums web: kaneai.jimdo.com/