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How Drum Classes Enhance Creativity and Self-Expression?

Music has a magical way of connecting us to our emotions and helping us express ourselves. One of the most impactful ways to unlock your creative potential is through drum classes. Whether you are a beginner or an experienced musician looking to expand your skill set, taking drum classes near me can significantly enhance your creativity and self-expression. Let's explore how these classes can transform your musical abilities and overall outlook on life.

Unleashing Your Creative Side

When you think about creativity, you might envision painting, writing, or performing. However, drumming offers a unique avenue for creative expression that often goes unnoticed. Drum classes encourage students to experiment with different rhythms, beats, and techniques. As you learn to play, you'll discover your style, which can be incredibly liberating.

Imagine sitting behind a drum set, the vibrant sounds resonating through the room as you experiment with various rhythms. In this space, you can break free from conventions and express your emotions in a way words might fail to capture. This sense of liberation fosters creativity, allowing you to channel your feelings into your drumming.

Building Confidence Through Performance

Participating in drum classes is more than just learning to play; it's also about building confidence. When you practice and improve, you naturally feel more self-assured. This newfound confidence often spills over into other areas of life, allowing you to take risks and embrace new challenges.

Moreover, many drum classes offer performance opportunities, which can be a game-changer for your self-expression. Playing in front of an audience, whether small or large, forces you to step out of your comfort zone.

Each performance becomes a chance to showcase your unique interpretation of a piece, further enhancing your self-confidence and creative expression.

Connecting with Others

Drumming is often seen as a solo activity, but it can also be a fantastic way to connect with others. Drum classes usually involve group settings where you can collaborate with fellow students. This social aspect adds a new dimension to your learning experience. When you drum alongside others, you create a shared rhythm that fosters a sense of community.

You'll learn to listen to each other, synchronise your beats, and contribute to a larger musical piece. This collaboration enhances creativity by encouraging you to think outside the box and adapt to different musical styles. In such an environment, self-expression thrives as you experiment with how your unique sound fits into the collective groove.

Mindfulness and Emotional Release

Drumming can be a powerful form of mindfulness. Focusing on rhythm, technique, and coordination requires your full attention, which can be incredibly therapeutic. In drum classes, you'll learn to let go of distractions and immerse yourself in the moment. This mindfulness can lead to emotional release, helping you process feelings you might not even realise you have.

The rhythmic patterns and beats can also serve as a form of self-soothing. If you're overwhelmed, drumming allows you to channel that energy into something productive. As you pound the drums, you may find a release of pent-up emotions, leading to greater clarity and self-understanding.

Enhancing Cognitive Skills

Believe it or not, taking drum classes can also boost your cognitive skills. Learning to read sheet music, understand rhythm patterns, and coordinate your limbs requires mental agility. This mental exercise strengthens neural connections, improving your overall brain function.

As you become more proficient in drumming, you'll find that your creativity flourishes. The skills you develop in your classes can translate to other creative pursuits, such as writing, painting, or even problem-solving in everyday life. By enhancing your cognitive abilities, drum classes provide a solid foundation for your creative journey.

Conclusion

In conclusion, drum classes offer more than just the ability to play an instrument. They provide a powerful avenue for enhancing creativity and self-expression. The benefits are profound, from unleashing your creative side and building confidence to connecting with others and enhancing cognitive skills.

So, consider enrolling in drum classes whether you're a seasoned musician or a curious beginner. You may discover a new world of creative possibilities waiting to be explored. Start your drumming journey today, and watch how it transforms your music and your life!

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Drum Lessons for Beginners in Abu Dhabi | WMDI Music Academy

WMDI in Abu Dhabi can teach you how to play the drums! For students of all ages and ability levels, we provide drum lessons for beginners and enjoyable experience. Start your musical journey today.

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Let the drums speak, the rhythms resonate, and the spirit of African drumming guide you on a transformative musical journey through african drums lessons.

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honestly I think I might start "practicing" how to play the drums with chopsticks on a desk

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Affordable Music Lessons West Palm Beach

Live Music Community is a music school and recording studio that offers Affordable Music Lessons in West Palm Beach for all ages and levels. Our team of experienced and passionate teachers can help you learn to play any instrument, from piano to guitar to drums. We also offer a variety of group classes and workshops, as well as recording and livestreaming services. Whether you're a beginner or a seasoned pro, We can help you reach your musical goals. We offer flexible scheduling and affordable prices so you can find a lesson that fits your budget and lifestyle. Contact us today!

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Master Drumming Online with BMusician

Master drumming from the comfort of your home with Online Drum Lessons by BMusician. Whether you're starting with the right gear, learning core techniques, mastering timing and tempo, reading drum notation, or exploring various genres like rock, jazz, or hip-hop, BMusician structured lessons and expert mentorship provide the perfect roadmap from beginner to pro.

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Why Should Beginners Take Drumming Lessons?

Looking for some beginner drum lessons? Well, you are at the right place; here, you can check the need for these lessons for beginners. This blog will help you shape a view and make you understand the importance of drum lessons in life and the drum lessons cost, Read more: https://musiciansinmotion.com/blog/why-should-beginners-take-drumming-lessons/

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Find Your Music Sanctuary: Music School Near You

Music is more than sound—it’s emotion, expression, and connection. Whether you’re an aspiring artist, a passionate hobbyist, or someone who wants to explore the rhythm of life, finding the right Music School in Bukit Timah can set the stage for your journey.

Why Choose a Music School?

Music schools are more than just places to learn. They are sanctuaries where creativity blossoms, discipline is honed, and lifelong passions are nurtured. A good music school doesn’t just teach notes; it builds confidence, ignites imagination, and fosters a sense of belonging among like-minded individuals.

At Rocktone Music Academy, we believe that music is for everyone. Whether you're a beginner or advanced, there’s a place for you here.

What to Look for in a Music School

Finding the right music school means considering these key factors:

1. Experienced Teachers

A great teacher makes all the difference. They don’t just teach—they inspire. Look for schools where instructors have solid musical backgrounds and a knack for connecting with students of all levels.

2. Comprehensive Programs

From classical piano to electric guitar and even vocal training, a wide range of classes ensures you can explore your interests. Variety opens doors to new possibilities and helps you grow as a musician.

3. Flexible Schedules

Life gets busy, but that shouldn’t stop your musical journey. Find a school that offers classes at different times so you can balance learning with your daily routine.

4. Student Performances

Opportunities to perform build confidence and provide real-world experience. Whether it’s a recital, open mic, or band showcase, a school that values performance helps you shine.

5. State-of-the-Art Facilities

Practicing in a well-equipped studio makes learning enjoyable and effective. Comfortable spaces, modern instruments, and good acoustics make every session worthwhile.

Why Rocktone Music Academy Stands Out

At Rocktone Music Academy, we bring your musical dreams to life. Here’s why we’re your ultimate choice:

Top-Notch Instructors: Our teachers are seasoned professionals with years of experience in teaching and performing. They tailor lessons to match your pace and style.

Diverse Courses: From beginner guitar lessons to advanced music production, there’s something for everyone.

Community Vibes: We’re more than a school—we’re a family. Regular jam sessions, workshops, and events create a sense of belonging.

Modern Facilities: Our studios are equipped with the latest instruments and recording equipment to give you an edge.

What You’ll Gain

Skills that Last a Lifetime: Whether you want to master an instrument or write your own songs, the skills you learn will stay with you forever.

Confidence on Stage: Performing in front of others can be daunting, but with our support, you’ll find your voice and shine.

A Lifelong Passion: Once you experience the joy of making music, it becomes a part of who you are.

Enroll Today

Your musical journey begins here. Whether you're a curious beginner or a seasoned player, there’s always more to discover at a Music School nearby. Visit Rocktone Music Academy’s website at www.rocktonemusic.com to explore our programs, meet our instructors, and book your first class.

Music isn’t just something you hear—it’s something you feel, create, and share. Let Rocktone Music Academy be your guide to this incredible world. Your sanctuary of sound awaits!

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dots and dashes | sylus

summary: Sylus gives insight into one of the many languages he's well-versed in.

tags: nsfw (mdni), established relationship, afab!reader, banter, morse code, vibrator, sex toys, orgasm edging, f!orgasm, aftercare/morning after, gift giving, evol abilites (sylus' energy manipulation), a pinch of fluff

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a/n: mildly inspired by one of his older text messages (affinity 37’s text message: deal)! also around his pre-debut, he had morse code in one of the teasers (official weibo post here) and i thought that was pretty neat so here we are ^_^)7

The leader of Onychinus kept a plethora of languages stored away under his sleeve. A man of multiple tongues and talents, you just wanted to know how to say one thing—anything, really. 

Though, you didn’t think he’d take a silly comment in passing so seriously, and it landed you in his personal study the following evening. A rare day where your schedules aligned, Sylus took the opportunity to extend a warm welcome into the N109 Zone under the promise of a ‘lesson.’

Of all the languages, morse code was what he decided to reveal in his cards. A curious choice, to say the least, but it piqued your interest nevertheless. Cozied in one of the cushioned chairs, a beginner’s guide laid flat across the desk with your scribbled notes. Sylus’ chair was tucked to the side in observation, accompanying your lessons as a stand-in teacher of sorts.

Time passed in this way—he would offer a series of taps and drags with his fingers against the surface, and you would write them down. He was patient with you all throughout, solidifying the foundation for the alphabet before switching to small words and phrases.

A question that had been plaguing your mind since you arrived drifted into the air during a self-proclaimed break. “By the way, why do you know morse code?” 

With a hand propping your chin, your gaze takes in his relaxed figure. Comfortably dressed in his light gray sweater, the detailed threads of silver patterns painted him in a softer aura that juxtaposed his usually formidable appearance. Rimless glass coveted the rubied gaze that would occasionally meet yours, though occupied in thought. 

It was distracting, to say the least. A handsome distraction at its finest, though it doesn’t pull away from the message he quietly relayed to you.

A dot, two dashes. A series of dashes, another dot and some more followed.  (.-- / --- / .-. / -.-)

Counting off the units that met the table in muted taps, you answer, “Work?”

“Good ear, sweetie.” Sylus nods, leaning back and adjusting the thin frames balancing atop his nose. “Sometimes, negotiations are better said without words.”

“That’s a thinly veiled way of saying threats, but sure,” you retort. He doesn’t deny your claims, rather letting out a small chuckle in acquiesce. 

Sylus taps your forehead with his forefinger, amusement quirked in his brow. “You’ve seen the kind of talks and people I’ve dealt with. Who knows, you could use this in one of your little undercover missions too.” 

His hands return to nestle in his lap, and it catches your eye then—a faint snap and swirl of black manifested into a box underneath his palm. Perfectly fitted and nearly hidden if it weren’t for the glimmering trim around the edges, and the fluttering crow feather swaying towards the floor.

“Curious, are we?” Sylus voices your thoughts, fingers drumming against the lid. 

Two dashes and a dot, a couple more dots, another dash-dot and lasting dash. (--. / .. / ..-. / -) 

“Gift,” you echo upon realization. 

Your eyes wandered between his lap and the sparkling rubied gaze that honed his presence, reading between the lines. “Don’t tell me it’s another gun? Last time I checked, my Harrier 700 still works well.” 

And the last thing you wanted to deal with was a run-in with customs, if that were the case—he’s already tried his luck before, and you weren’t counting on his luck index to grant a second chance.

“You’ve been taking good care of it, so there’s no need for a replacement,” Sylus says. He leans back, tapping a forefinger to his temple in thought. “I thought it would be nice to get you something for studying so diligently.”

It had your back straightening in attention—now you really had no idea what he could be hiding. Even so, a scowl sketched onto your face, wondering if you’ve walked into a trap. A dry chuckle parts his lips at your clear interest and adamant attempt to maintain a façade all the same.

“Sweetie, it’s all yours.”

“It’s not that simple though, is it?”

“Ah. You know me so well,” he muses. “As vigilant as ever.”

The box finds itself on the desk and his hands reach for your chair. They dance over the armrest before turning your full front towards him—where his cocked head and curled lips asked, “Let’s make a deal. How does that sound?” 

“What’s the catch?” Your heart jumped into your throat, unsure of when the air became so… palpable. Damn him and his ridiculously handsome face, you couldn’t tell if it made this more bearable or stirred your senses further. “I might be willing to wager.”

“Relax, that’s one of the conditions.” His larger fingers swipe over one of yours, which had subconsciously curled into a fist. Gently, he coaxes your hand to open into his, soon neatly slotted and all encompassing with warmth. “You look nervous, and I haven’t done a thing.”

“I know.” Your shoulders relax when his thumb massages yours in a light stroke. “But you haven’t done anything yet,” you clarify.

“Which brings me to my second condition.” He brings it closer to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours when he presses a kiss to your knuckles. “A test, if you will. You pass if you manage to decode my sequence correctly.”

“My sequence,” you pause, catching the tail end of his proposal. “So there’s only one?” 

“Why, do you want a whole pop quiz?” He snickers, a brow raised. “We’ll be stuck here all night if that’s the case.”

“Nevermind,” you shake your head, finding the prospect to be less than charming. One was more than enough to take on your plate.

You purse your lips then and poke in jest. “Are you doubting my academic prowess now?”

“I would’ve dismissed you entirely if I was,” Sylus points out, tugging your hand towards him. 

It jerked you forward unexpectedly, though it seemed he was anticipating this—smooth swirls of red and black tangled around your body, gently placing you atop his expecting lap before softly dispersing. “There’s no doubt in my mind you’re as bright as they come,” he adds in honesty.

“What the—hey, now!” A flush ran across your cheeks at the newfound proximity. 

Hips hovering above him, you nearly fell onto the fine meeting place between his thighs. You save yourself the embarrassment, reaching for the chair’s headrest to steady your shift. He allows you this much, your legs soon bracketing his own and enjoying the sight all the same.

You huffed, “Is this part necessary?”

“Par for the course, actually.” Sylus’ fingers ghost over your sides, before settling atop your thighs and his palms lying flat in a gentle caress. “You can always back out if you’re not game.”

An arrow to your pride dug into your heart at the mere offense. The competitive spirit that once laid dormant jerked into consciousness—absolutely not.  “No, we’re on. Do your worst,” you raise in steadfast confidence. “I can take it.”

“Those are fighting words,” he says. The glint in his eyes was unmistakable, teetering on a fine line of fondness and scheme alike. “But I’ll hold you to it.”

—

So, maybe your confidence could only carry you so far. 

Rather, it tumbled you into a predicament at the cost of your exposed cunt. His free hand lazily dimpled into the plush of your hip, simultaneously careful to keep you steady. No longer a comfortable chill, the study’s air swirled into a concoction of heat and burning salacity in every inhale.

“Sweetie,” Sylus purrs. “You still haven’t answered my question.” 

It wasn’t for a lack of trying. The game of codes was the last thing on your mind when a fine man of caliber was perched beneath you, gracefully stringing you along and allowing you the same right.

Easily thrown out the window, especially so, when all inhibition was lost to his kneaded touches and peppered kisses. The smooth movements that treasured your skin with care, tugging your bottoms down just enough in the process and tenderly appreciating you throughout the heat of the moment. Even his hair stuck out in one direction to the next, unkempt from the field day your tugging fingers reshaped the silver stands into. 

Be that as it may, you still groan, chest rising to catch your breath. Nails drag into planes of his firm shoulder blades, lightly leaving their mark. “It’s because you’re not playing fair, Sy.” If you had a nickel for every time you were close to crashing in his embrace from an impending climax, it would be two. While it’s not an impressive sum, both were earned in the past few minutes alone, under the direction of his cunning smile and newfound toy in hand.

To his kindness, he pulls the rounded head of the vibrator away from your clit—the once muffled hums rang out more clearly, whirring at the highest setting. It glistened to the naked eye, finely coated in a layer of your evident arousal.

“All is fair in love and war,” he says, unphased by the line of bait you failed to reel in. He leans forward to press a kiss into your temple, a sign of affection pairing with a gentle squeeze to your side. “Should I be nice and walk you through one last chance?”

Your hands trace the curves melting into his neck, grazing his nape in forewarning. “Thin ice, Onychinus head.” 

“Alright,” he muses, though reveling at the added pressure that only spurs him further. “No need to get so formal with me.” The vibrator lowers in the same breath to meet your anticipating heat.

“Five letters. Ready?”

Your hips roll forward then, impatience losing its virtue if meant you could finally, finally seek some relief. “Was practically born ready, at this point.” And then, the first rhythm played out in three, gentle presses to where you needed it most. 

Three dots. (...)

This was fine, you could handle this much.

A moment of pause soon sways into the vibrator sliding between skin, returning to the apex of your labia, and dipping once again. 

A dash, added dot, and paired dashes thereafter. (-.--) “Still with me?” Sylus asks, taking in the sight of your eyes screwed in concentration. It was endearing, in some sense of the word, and his gaze lingered on your expression in intrigue.

Though grateful for the concern, you chide when your breath allows it. “Don’t stop, go all the way already.”

To stop halfway tested what little patience there was left in you. You raised your head to find his circles of crimson brimming with a fondness and undivided attention. All for you.

The grin he graces you with carries the same sentiments, newly tinted with mirth. “Whatever the boss wants.” 

The humming returns without warning, and you jerk against the touch, gasping. A press and slide, following upwards once more in double succession. 

Another dot, dash, and two dots in a row. (.-.. )

You were quickly beginning to piece together the puzzle he left you to solve, the audacity of it all.

Before you could admonish such revelations, you bite your tongue when he continues into the next piece. It was fleeting, but memorable—identical presses and a sinister slide, the buzzing toy greeting your entrance in slick abundance. 

Two dots, and a dash. (..- )

“You’re not—” Your eyes grow wide at the newly placed prodding. 

“Getting cold feet? A minute ago you wanted me to go all the way,” Sylus recalls with a click of his tongue. “It would be unlike you to stop right before the finish line, sweetie.”

You squirm against him, sensitive and incredibly aware of the coil threatening to unfurl. He takes notice, hand stilling in consideration.

“You can do it,” he croons, forehead to yours and capturing your fluttering gaze.

“Never said I couldn’t,” you say, a swallow sealing your determination.

Sylus smiles. “Last letter. Let's make it count.” The vibrator slips into your cunt, whirring against your walls in a sense of overwhelming ecstasy. He makes quick work of it all then, three generous thrusts of the wand disappearing almost entirely, save for his firm grip around the base. 

Three final dots. (...)

It marks the end of his charades, and the beginning of your incandescent cries.

You came undone at last, release ebbing as a flurry of sounds shape themselves into your call. “Sylus, Sylus, Sylus.”

“That’s it, ride it out for me. You worked so hard to earn it, after all.” His nose brushes just beneath your jaw, a tender kiss in consolation to soothe your high. 

He relaxes the toy out of your spent heat by the time your trembling thighs subsided, power shutting off and rolling onto the desk’s surface. A brief swirling of black and crimson manifests a small cloth into his hand, gently patting away the stickied outcome before it disperses in the same specks. His fingers rake along your sides, dragging the fabric of your bottoms into their proper place.

“Sylus.” You slump against his shoulder in recovery, bemoaning amidst the moment of calm clarity. “You are unbelievable. The damn answer was your name, of all things.” “And now you know how to call for me in code. Aren’t I generous?” The slight rumble of his chest supports the chuckle he lets out, deepened further when a curl of your fist smacks his shoulder in protest.

Endearment softens his tone as he draws circles into your back, taking the rolling punches. The other tangles his fingers against your temple, smoothing out the sides in thought. “I would say our lesson went well today.”

“One hell of a lesson,” you remark. Your breathing slows for a moment, listening to the drumming heart beneath your ear. His caresses were kind, lulling, attentive. A sense of peace, wholeheartedly yours and Sylus' alone.

Your gaze shifts towards the desk, when another piece of memory, well-decorated in its untouched trim, lies next to the toy. Forgotten, nearly—the gift. “By the way,” you murmur. “What’s in the box?” Whether it was out of laziness and unwilling to move from your warmth or pure convenience, Sylus waves his hand in summoning. Accepting the floating item midair, you were about to peel off the lid when he began to shift under you, interrupting your grand reveal.

“Hold on.”

With practiced ease, Sylus single-handedly cradles you to his chest and adeptly rises from the cushioned seat. No matter how many times he’s pulled it off in the past, it still leaves you breathless as if it were the first time.

You circle an arm around his neck, the other clutching the box with a huff, “I was about to do an unboxing, you know.” 

“I know,” he confirms, and presses another kiss to your temple. “But you’re getting sleepy. Open it after a good night’s rest.”

A swirl of Evol pushes the doors open, his footsteps echoing down the hall and towards his sanctuary. Your mind willed to protest his attempt of procrastination, yet only a yawn pushed past your lips and proved his point.

Curling into his embrace, you faintly mumble into his neck, “I’m wide awake.”

“And the sun shines at midnight,” Sylus deadpans, unimpressed at your performance. “Don’t fight it. If you’re tired, then sleep. I’ll make sure the gift will be there when you wake up.”  “You promise?”

“With my heart,” he says.

It was a simple response, yet the timbre of his words imbued security and affection all the same. As if he meant more than just ensuring your box was safe, swearing to something beyond your greater comprehension. 

One blink lasted longer than the one prior, sweeping the thought and yourself away into soundless sleep. Another time, perhaps.

—

You would find out the following day that he stayed true to his word. In the quiet hums of the morning, a slumbering giant clung to your side, his breathing calm and unknowing you had finally peeled open the mysterious box. 

A finely crafted jewel twinkled amidst padded velvet, a clasp secured on one end. Engravings inlaid in a series of familiar dots and dashes; you couldn't help but softly laugh, a finger tracing the pattern.

(-... . .-.. --- ...- . -..)

Beloved.

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How Drum Lessons Can Boost Your Coordination Skills?

Ever felt like your limbs were having a secret meeting about which direction they should go? If so, you’re not alone. Many of us struggle with coordination, whether in sports, dancing, or even multitasking in daily life. But what if I told you there’s a rhythmic way to sync up your body and mind? Enter the world of drumming. Beginner drumming tutorials aren’t just about learning to keep a beat; they’re a fantastic way to develop and enhance your coordination skills. Let’s dive into how banging on some drums seriously boosts your coordination!

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where should i look to learn the basic of ableton? it overwhelms me so much but there's nothing more i want to do than making music or at least trying to and I'm terrible depressed bc of that

Hi anon. I’ve been in the same position as you and I know what it feels like to have all this creative energy and emotions pent up that you can’t express in the way you’d like to. This is a long one but I’m really passionate about this so here:

Basically I learnt the basics of logic at my uni and I got lessons/mentoring from my bandmate who encouraged me to switch over to ableton (I much prefer it now).

I know it looks overwhelming at first but I promise with some practice it’s really not too bad (it’s def easier than pro tools lol) Music production is one skill that is really easy to self teach because there’s just so many free resources online. I’d really recommend finding an in depth introduction to ableton video on YouTube and kind of just following along. Start trying to learn the keyboard commands early on if you can because they’ll make your workflow so much faster in the long run.

Izotope has some really great articles that go into the basics of production techniques in really easy to understand terms. Sound on sound has some great articles too. Making a big google doc with every you learn can be a great resource to have so you can go back and reference it.

Alongside that I’d recommend trying to learn some basic music theory because I honestly think it essential to know for production (many people would disagree lol). If you haven’t already, try to get your head around the circle of fifths and the harmonic series.

As well as this, I think it’s important to understand the basics of synthesis because that terminology will keep coming up in VSTs and it’ll help to have some context of where these terms came from. Look into the basics anatomy of a subtractive synthesiser to start. From there id recommend looking into FM, additive and wavetable synthesis. This book was written in the 80s but I found it really helpful for grasping these concepts: https://archive.org/details/SynthesizerBasicsDeanFriedman600dpi_201608/page/n70/mode/1up

I’d also recommend grasping the basics of EQ and compression because it’s something you’ll probably use on every single track you ever make. Also learn what phase cancellation is because that’s an issue that come up a lot when you’re a beginner.

If you’re able to, I’d recommend making it a goal to try to a learn new thing about music or production every day. Even if that’s just something as simple as what synth was used on a song you like or what a particular mic is good for or a neat trick you do with a stock plugin, all that knowledge adds up and complements each other.

I’ve found that trying to listen to your favourite music with an analytical frame of mind and even trying to get a hold of the multitracks can be a great learning tool. Find out what kind of hardware they used, what plugins they used, what mics etc. There’s no shame in copying your favourite producers until you find your own voice.

In terms of gear, I’d recommend picking up a midi keyboard and an interface if you don’t have one already. If you’re finding you keep running into CPU issues with your computer (ableton isn’t great for this) you can try resampling your midi track and turning off the plugins then freezing the track (I wish I started doing this sooner). Otherwise you’ll just get frustrated and stuck and not want to keep working on your tracks.

If money is an issue, ableton comes with a lot of great stock instruments and effects + samples and drum racks but expensive plugins are always going on sale so maybe have a look on plugin boutique and see if anything that looks cool is within your budget.

Keep in mind that I’m saying this as someone who still considers themself a beginner/intermediate in this area and I still have a heap to learn too. Good luck and make cool stuff.

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Baxter sat in his car for a long while, thinking. Drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, leaning back against the headrest, absentmindedly fiddling with the radio -- anything to slow his mind down.

He was in the parking lot of a dance studio. A dance studio where he'd signed up for lessons. Lessons that were set to begin in just a few minutes.

Everything had happened so quickly -- the month before, he'd reconnected with his old flame from the summer he spent in Sunset Bird five years ago, and in doing so, he'd suddenly found himself thrust into a friend group. His former fling had ended up with an old friend, Derek, who he got along with swimmingly. Cove had warmed up to him, Terry was, as always, easy to get along with, and Miranda was getting more comfortable around him. Xavier, his own professional connection, had also turned into someone he could call a friend. It was an incredible shock to the system, but a nice one.

During the painful process of opening himself back up to things he'd thought he'd never have, Baxter began realizing just how much he'd closed himself off. His life had become a series of routines with no real joy in them, and he'd pushed away everything that could have possibly made him happy because he believed he didn't deserve it. A big thing, of course, was dancing -- it had once meant so much to him, but he'd let it go, along with everything else.

Now, he wanted it back.

It was funny how fast things could change, but still, he couldn't undo all the emotional bindings that had taken him years to put on himself overnight. He glanced at the clock, seeing it was just a few minutes until the lesson was supposed to begin, and began thinking of reasons not to go inside. He'd almost convinced himself when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

When he pulled it out, he saw a text from Xavier: "You can do it! Proud of you!"

They could have been being cheeky, he wasn't sure, but still, it felt good. He couldn't remember the last time someone had been proud of him, if they ever had been, and Xavier was right -- he could do it. He could do this.

Before he could change his mind, he pulled his keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car.

Baxter made it inside with just a little time to spare, and he took a moment to take in his classmates. He'd signed up for the first lesson that worked with his schedule, a beginners ballroom class. He wasn't a beginner, of course, but he wanted to dance, and he knew his skills would be rusty.

There were several older people, many of them talking in groups. Some younger couples were there, and he saw a few shiny engagement rings -- he could spot soon-to-be-married couples a mile away at this point.

And then there was you.

You were the only other person there without a partner, so he made his way over to you -- of course you'd be paired together, so, ever the gentleman, he wanted to introduce himself.

There wasn't much of a chance to chat before the instructor began the class, but he learned a few things about you then. One, that you were, in fact, there alone -- you'd recently moved to the city and you didn't know anyone. Two, that you had no dancing experience whatsoever. And three, that you were completely and utterly charming.

If Baxter had been paired with anyone else, there's a chance he may have regretted taking the beginners class. The first order of business was mastering a simple box step, something he could almost literally do in his sleep. But as you put your hand in his, only meeting his eyes briefly so that you could watch your feet instead, he didn't have any regrets.

By the end of the class, he'd lost count of how many times you'd stepped on his toes, and his palm was damp with the sweat from yours. But his hand had gotten comfortable in its place on your back, and your laughter rang sweetly in his ears.

He was happy.

The instructor ended things far too soon for his liking -- after mastering the box step, or attempting to master it, the class moved on to the basics of the foxtrot, and after a few songs, class was dismissed.

"Thanks for dancing with me," you told him, stepping back from him and giving him a grin. "And sorry about your feet."

"It's quite all right," he said, matching your smile. "I've been hurt far worse."

"Still, maybe I should give you my number? In case you need to bill me for any medical expenses."

His breath hitched, and he felt his cheeks getting warm. It wasn't an unusual occurrence for someone to flirt with him, far from it, but what was unusual was that he liked it. He liked it very much.

"That would be smart," he responded, pulling out his phone. He handed it to you, and as you were adding yourself to his list of contacts, he added, "Perhaps it would also be prudent to meet again, just to discuss what's happened so that we could avoid any legal action?"

"Legal action?!" you exclaimed. He didn't know you that well, not yet, but it seemed like you were biting back a smirk. "Surely we can come to an agreement before it gets that far."

"We could discuss it over dinner. Are you free tonight?" he asked.

The joke was over, but you were still smiling, and so was he. You stood like that for a moment, not paying any mind to your classmates trickling out of the studio until you were alone together.

"I am," you told him, your voice a bit softer.

"It's a date then."

After making the plans, you finally parted ways. He went back to his car, a bounce in his step that wasn't there earlier. When he got in, he pulled out his phone again, scrolling through his contacts. It had gotten so much fuller than it had been just a few months ago. It was a good feeling.

He looked at your name, knowing that it was too soon to text you but finding himself wanting to talk to you again anyway. Instead, he pulled up his texts with Xavier and typed out a quick message:

"I did it."

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Here's a banner I made cause I actually really love the thought of drum teacher!Soap x reader:

Drum pictures found on google "drummer aesthetic"

Drum teacher!Soap sitting behind you, thighs bracketing yours and hands circling your wrists in a firm grip as he guides you how to hold the sticks and how to play.

His chest is so warm, even through his clothes, as he's pressed tightly against your back. You think you can feel his heartbeat. It sets a tempo you follow along as he uses you as a puppet to play the drums.

You don't learn anything in this lesson (it's spent with him miming your body and you not really doing anything), so he offers to make it up so your money isn't wasted, focusing it on rhythm because it was something you had trouble with.

The make up lesson is spent learning rhythm in an unconventional way (hint: he fucks you)

Bonus thoughts:

I can see this going a dark path where it's more creepy drum teacher!Soap finding excuses to touch you and give you extra lessons, even if you don't need it, but maybe i'd write it as a separate thing

Bonus Bonus thoughts:

He works at TF-141's Music Box, and the rest of the team works there. They used to be a rock band, "TF-141". Pretty famous nationally, but they're retired from that now and sell instruments and other music-related products. They offer lessons, and are good for beginners, have an affordable price, and highly reviewed with a majority 4-5 stars.

Soap teaches drums

Ghost teaches guitar

↪but he has some knowledge of the guitar

↪and he can play a little bit of drums and bass

Gaz teaches bass

↪he can also play some guitar

I like to think Price's instrument is also drums and keyboard (with a little experience with guitar and bass, like Ghost), and he was the lead singer, but he doesn't teach lessons.

They have a rival band and now also music shop "The Shadows" (guess who)