#oshones

[jjeanggrey]

“Love is a gentle thing. Yours is thicker than a velvet ring.”

[bambiinobambii]

𝑀𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒪’𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒶

(the character overlook)

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these are all my opinions, totally open to the conversation about molly’s character also totally fine with people fact checking me, anyways i’m starting to fw o’shones

in the words of @krayzie-jelli the autism is autisming (don’t cancel me i have referrals to get tested 😔😔)

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small credit;

the red dead fan wiki

@/reaperqween on tik tok (for the almost ten minute tik tok about mollys outfits which i ate up)

^ her tumblr is @river-of-wine send some love yall want 💕

colour analysis & general observations

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colour theory is heavily used based on honor, the best example of this is dutch, he consistently wearing red, mostly on his back until guarma when the red is on the front, when dutch’s true intentions become more apparent, anyways onto molly.

🩰𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧

COLTER

(i went quite quick through colter so im actually unsure how she is with dutch, but from what i remember she doted on him a whole ton, constantly staying at his side and at one point saying “dutch is all the company i need”)

💋though a lot of people relate the red in different characters with low honor i think the fabric, the pattern itself points back to her privileged past

💋the necks scarf being green, i feel like it doesn’t imply much at this point but as the game continues it implies way more

💋the rest of the outfit being blue means a lot to me, there’s never anytime molly oversteps or is aggressive to anyone (obviously except from the obvious with karen, i’ll go back to this later)

💋i’d like to note that she’s still doing her makeup freezing and starving in the mountains

🩰𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧

HORSESHOE OUTLOOK & CLEMENTS POINT

(i honestly will end up mixing these up so i grouped them together)

(tbh my honest opinion is horseshoe is one of the best chapters based on the relationships in camp (tho sadie’s still going through it, you can’t have everything))

💋her first outfit has a good amount of blue in this outfit, her necklace has its first appearance with the red (i always got the vibe that dutch had gifted it to her as it’s more shiny than a lot of the metal in her outfits and it’s like a part of him)

💋she wears a thick belt with this outfit and the brass (?) seems worn, even coming from a wealthy background she holds onto clothes that look old and worn

💋she always wears white boots, she’s doesn’t have to do any work, and she’s not expected to do anything

💋the majority of the mornings in game, molly is constantly checking herself in a mirror

💋i’m going to be honest i hate this shirt

💋but i’d like to think this shawl has always been with her and that she holds it close to her

💋her outfit is quite shapeless, and i think that’s how she liked to dress personally

💋i would love to talk about this outfit

💋does this eat? yes, but i don’t think this was a honest choice for her

💋this outfit mirror mary-beth’s a lot, who seems to be dutch’s new interest

sorry for the bad quality i used my own screenshot for this

💋this outfit particularly ^

💋there’s now a lot of cleavage in her outfit and she’s dressing more akin to other girls in the camp

💋and the gold in her outfits bright, and with mirroring marybeth, I also think this mirrors dutch’s style, with more red and gold incorporated

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💋her relationship with dutch is starting to crumble, i heard a voice line where she says that she loves him and he thanks her (?!) you wouldn’t see me again personally

💋but to contrast that there’s some scenes were dutch kisses her hands and they’re all giddy and cuddly, and they eventually dance when sean’s rescued from blackwater

💋she’s also not well received by a lot of the gang, we get the first glimpse of that when you take mary-beth, tilly and karen to valentiene and karen says that molly’s “too high and mighty” to come with them

💋she attempts a to interact with numerous members

💋she also attempts to talk to tilly, tilly quickly brushes her off as she’s working and molly isn’t attempting to help her

💋i also saw an encounter with dutch and molly where, he approaches, and honestly he could be covered in shit and molly would still look up to him like he’s a messiah. dutch says “should i compare thee to…” he quickly cuts himself off asking her what he should compare her with, even asking arthur if you pass by (he actually says that dutch could compare her to an idiot if she actually believes dutch cares about her)

💋 throughout clements point, dutch talks down to molly as if she’s a child and then will quickly back himself up by calling her dear (to which if arthur intervenes when she goes off at him, dutch says she’s just leaving and she’s stomps away)

💋when she approaches abigail about the subject of dutch, abigail tells her “dutch don’t love you, not in the way you want to be loved”, molly gets defensive saying that she doesn’t get what she’s talking about, to which abigail says she does (implying drunk john?) and molly stomps away

💋i think this is the first time molly actually goes a bit crazy about dutch, she calls him a degenerate liar and stomps off when dutch wont argue back and (i think) goes to sleep, he at least turns away from her

💋i think people who discredit mollys character (men) don’t realise that her and dutch’s relationship show early signs about how manipulative dutch can be, he dumbs down what she says then calls her dear, eventually he only calls her miss o’shea, which she obviously goes off at him for

💋adding onto this i’d love to talk about her character item request of a pocket mirror and her asking arthur if bad lucks a thing, i feel like this is meant to reflect how young she actually is, like how kieran still referred to his parents as ma and pa, and that she genuinely seems nervous asking arthur for a mirror and the superstition of a broken mirror giving bad luck (which i guess you could say she had

💋and i feel like her vanity that the gang and from an outsiders perspective that she’s self absorbed but i think she’s more conscious about how she looks, she doesn’t have to lift a finger and not having much to do around camp because everyone distances themselves from her (i’ll obviously elaborate more when i get to writing about shady bell) i think she’s left alone with a mirror, which i feel is more implied that she’s had for a long time, i’d say since childhood, you become more conscious the more you look at yourself and if your man seemed to be going for someone younger than you, you’d loose it too

(tl:dr - molly doesn’t deserve any hate, the girls that get it, get it, men don’t, im so ready to talk about chapter 4&6)

The poem

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Uaibhreach

(the irish gaelic word which means “being proud and arrogant to the extent that it alienates & isolates you from those around you, leading to loneliness)

I was a girl - until your call

(i’m not going to annotate this everytime but the religion of this actually makes me feel like my hearts being ripped out)

Commanded me to cross the sea.

(she was driven out of ireland looking for freedom and adventure and she was enthralled by dutch’s charm, to be honest i always saw her “privileged upbringing” being her family owning a big farm, or in a big industry, a lot of irish people immigrated to canada after the potato famine, then crossed to america)

I've nothing left. I gave you all.

(i think she means this in, like, every sense)

My darling Liffey was so small.

Your land and love are vast and free.

(‘MERICA)

I was a girl until your call.

You stood so strong, and dark and tall.

You stole the heartbeat out of me.

I've nothing left. I gave you all.

Your lips enchant, your eyes enthrall,

Your empire is of ecstasy.

I was a girl until your call.

Your parasites and lackeys crawl,

(now do i think this is the gang or her fault that they don’t like her, i think its a mutual thing, they see her as a spoiled woman and she doesn’t help that opinion but i think she’s a young woman manipulated by an older guy, and that she thinks they’re all just jealous (which im sure she even says a few times)

Mocking a love they dare not see.

(going back to when she try’s to seek abigail’s help, or when she confronts karen later on and that she can’t see that he’s really not interested in her)

I've nothing left. I gave you all.

I sit in solitude and scrawl

These wretched words, and wait for thee.

I was a girl until your call.

I've nothing left. I gave you all.

[molly-oshea-real]

Karen and Molly meme I made

I just think they should kiss and be lovers

[1shepherd7wanderers]

Day 6: Ring

Quill watched as Aluette approached the doors to the Ivory Chapel; she was gorgeous beyond words. And that was rare for an avid writer like himself. Her long pink hair, braided in two for the occasion, draped over each shoulder like the softest wool thread. While the veil surrounded her like an aura of grace and holiness. Her beautiful blue eyes shown like aquamarines. Not to mention her white dress, painstakingly made with the finest silks and lace. Every ounce of her fairly glowed.

"Are you ready?" Her soft voice brought him back to their moment. They were finally pledging their love and devotion to each other. Quill could only smile and nod lest the tears he fought back won out.

The doors opened as one and, as one, they stepped into the Chapel where their friends awaited them. All of the friends they have made over the last two years into the end of the Dragonsong War stood upon their arrival. Both of their squadrons stood at attention on either side of the isle. The feeling of support encompassed the room like a hug. They approached the podium, Nophica on his side and Oshon on Aluette's. Quill and Aluette came to a stop before the choir Moogle and all took their seats.

Quill took a deep breath and turned to face Aluette. The time vows had come. He reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a carefully folded piece of paper. And he spilled his heart out to his wife-to-be.

"Aluette, from the moment we first met at the Greenbliss, it was as if we were fated to be. In witnessing each other's past, we found solace within one another. And, over time, we found so much more. Thanks to you and our friends, I have found my best self. You gave me my name, and now I give you my heart. No matter what the future brings or where we go, I will always love you." By the end, Quill's eyes brimmed with tears and he could see the shine of tears in Aluette's eyes as well. As she began her vows, he wasn't sure he could make it without crying.

"Quill, when I first came to Eorzea, I didn't know what to expect. I certainly didn't expect to find family or to find you. Although we have been through much to reach this point, I wouldn't change it for anything. I will love you until the end of time." Quill gently wiped a tear from Aluette's eye and followed with his own. "Let's be bonded from now for forever." He whispered to her, staring into her lovely eyes.

"If your ready, would the lovely couple please step up to the dias?" The Moogle announced happily. Or at least Quill thought he was. "After all, what is a bonding ceremony without the bond?" the Moogle let out a sound, "I mean, band."

Quill heard Aluette's sweet giggle as they stepped to the dias together. The Moogle went through the significance of their rings. And then came the bonding itself. Another Moogle flew before the dias, magically leaving two shimmering spheres behind him. Quill's long ears twitched with excitement as he summoned one orb into his hand and over onto Aluette's finger. A gorgeous ring appeared there, light reflected off it a thousand different ways. Then it was Aluette's turn. The orb slipped over his finger and the ring appeared, weighing as it should with a lifetime of devotion.

The Moogle announced "Time for the kiss!" and spun around, releasing a wave of aether which coalesced into wings behind him and behind Aluette. As if she could be more beautiful, she looked like the most gorgeous angel in all the realm. Especially as they began floating up for their bonding kiss. Her lips touched his and the sweetest sensation washed over him. Joy, love, and home.

[ragtimedrakes]

having marinaded in my feelings for a day I will now say I think euphrosyne is the best alliance raid this series. I like the music the most and I find all the fights consistently fun. aglaia is really good but with current gear it goes too fast, meanwhile when is was fresh I kind of thought some fights (azeyma) were too long. thaleia is a weird one, where I LOVE llymlaen and oschon is extremely good (though a bit repetitive imo, at least in the first phase), thaliak is... weird? I genuinely think it's because I don't like his design bc in isolation I think his mechanics are pretty cool. the one with the rotating grid makes me remember zodiark because I have to think about it in exactly the same way as snakes so maybe that's the problem. eulogia is.... iffy. they're cool conceptually but most of the fight is rehashing the exact mechanics of previous bosses without anything new added. it's JUST azeyma's solar fans, or althyk and nymeia's hydrostasis, or rhalgr's fist of the destroyer. also the music in thaleia just doesn't hit nearly as hard as rhythm of the realm or dedicated to moonlight or in the balance. eulogia's theme is certainly really good, but I prefer the more focused themes of the previous fights. all that said though I LOVED the climb to the top after fighting oshon, I was practically giddy with excitement

[themusiciansstuff]

THE TUSSLE

This topic makes me laugh anytime I get to talk about it . The tussle between musicians and audio engineers.Their wahala no dey finish 😃.The trouble can either come from the audio engineer or vice versa.

I remember some years back I also had this issue, I will always want to quarrel or argue with the sound engineer about me not hearing some part of my drums accurately.

On a second thought I told myself let me wear the shoes of an audio engineer so I can understand why they do particular things that we musicians get angry about. On wearing those, then I got to know the pain they go through when they mix our instruments for us. Sometimes the room might not be friendly enough for the kind of mix you want ,some instrumentalist don't take sound check seriously while some instrumentalist particularly talking drummers will want to overshadow everybody...lol

On the other hand some audio engineers are just volume controllers. That's what they know how to do best. They do not understand the acoustic of the room at which they are mixing, frequencies of all the instrument and most importantly how to balance all instruments to give a good output in all.

So for me I feel that as an instrumentalist or a musician the need to have trainings on frequencies,the make up of mixing of your instrument and that of your fellow musician is a plus to you as an instrumentalist /musician. Hence it makes you converse in terms that both you and the audio engineer will understand and thereby make both persons input on the production easy and exciting at the end of the day.

Moreso, to the audio engineer if you need to improve on your skill please do, understand the frequency of all instruments and please treat musicians politely because you're there to serve their needs.

In all, both musicians and audio engineers need to work harmoniously in other to give our audience the best of production at all times.

Thanks

Akhenoba, Davies Oshone

Authors

(c) 2022

#prodrumdiogineer

[thehiphopunderground]

Tavi Oshon’s New Track ”No More” Is an Ode to Fashion Addicts Everywhere

Tavi Oshon’s New Track ”No More” Is an Ode to Fashion Addicts Everywhere

[hiphopnewsonline]

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[thehiphopcollege]

TAVI OSHON Performs at the A&R Network Series

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[demondmayhew016]

Watch "TAVI OSHON x BENNY THE BUTCHER - MARBLE FLOORS [O…" on YouTube

TAVI OSHON x BENNY THE BUTCHER - MARBLE FLOORS [O…: https://youtu.be/-FAqLyYXJJ0

[anastasia-666]

This is such a small digression... Hi, I'm an artist, I'm looking for my audience here)

Initially, I just wanted to draw character design ideas, but immediately turned out to be a good character. So get acquainted - Oshon (transl. - spark) Now is my main character

[kestrelvylbrand]

Clamor

FFXIV Write 2020

08 Clamor

“Clink… Clink…” She had tried. She had really tried. “Clink…” Despite fifteen minutes sweating and fidgeting and pleading, nothing had worked so far. “Clink… Clink…” Every single lockpick from her thieves' tools lay spread all over the carpet, every single one of them had had their turn crammed into the rusty lock, even the least likely of tools, and yet, nothing. “Clink…” The lock was not budging. 

Kestrel let go of the lockpick in frustration, then shook the door handle violently. The dark wood didn’t budge one inch. She knew it wasn’t going to help anything, but it felt cathartic all the same. She glared at the lock and cursed it in a whisper; “Gods damned swivin’ rusty piece of shit. I’ll tear you right out of the wall.” 

The door did not have the good sense to open for her threats. 

She had really hoped to be able to do this without anyone knowing she had been there, but she had to face that it probably wouldn’t be an option. She gathered up her lockpicks and stuffed them back into her satchel. Then she reaches to her shoulder to release the straps there, still glaring at the door. She pulled the rusty crowbar that had until now been safely secured at her back, and resolutely crammed one side into the edge of the door next to the lock. “I warned you,” she murmured quietly. If the door wouldn’t move the easy way, Kestrel was certainly not above using force. The door gave way with what to her sounded like a cacophony of squeaking and cracking sounds. So much for subtlety. She paused, holding the crowbar restlessly in one hand as she listened. The house remained quiet. She breathed out in relief. The door to the office was at the end of a long hallway, and if anyone had come to investigate, there would have been nowhere for her to hide. 

Still facing the dark hallway, she reached back and gave the door a shove. It finally swung open. With a sigh of relief, she hurried inside, and closed it behind her, leaving it just an inch or two from shutting completely. The office was almost as dark as the hallway she had left behind. Only a sliver of flickering light from the torches outside shone through a crack in the curtains. She scans the room for a moment, taking in the layout. It’s not a very large room. Most of the space is taken up by a large, wooden desk, papers scattered across the surface. Every wall is dominated by filing cabinets. Kestrel thanks whatever little favor of a god might have rubbed off on her that what she is after is not, in fact, a document, or she could have spent all night here trying to find it. Instead, she continues to the desk and pulls at one of the drawers. It’s locked.

At this point, it doesn’t even matter anymore. She tilts her head from side to side a few times with resignation, then she repeats the treatment of the door: She jams the edge of the crowbar into the slit above the drawer and pulls down. The drawer pops open. For a moment, she just looked at it. Then she pulled it out, staring at the contents. Several letters were stacked at one end. She pulled them out and quickly flipped through. This wasn’t what she was after, but  she stuffed them into her shirt anyway. Then she started shuffling through the rest of the contents. A few fountain pens, an inkwell, a pair of reading glasses. All of the items were dragged out and spread over the papers on the table. A handkerchief, a small pouch of salted sunflower seeds, no and no. The drawer was nearly empty now, and yet, she hadn’t found what she was looking for. She pulled out a couple of sheets, briefly scanning their content before dropping them on the table as well. Where was it? It was supposed to be here!. She stared at the empty drawer. Then her brow furrowed and she slid her finger over the wood. There was a notch here. A false bottom? She ran a finger along the edge of the corners, trying to figure out how to open it. 

That’s when she heard it. A low growl coming from the dark corner behind her. She snapped around. What she had taken for just dark shadows in the corners between cabinets had instead been a large, black dog that was now snarling just a few feet from her. She swallowed, staring at the beast. One hand reached for her crowbar, but she really would prefer not to hurt it. Her eyes darted to the door. She made a snap decision and dropped the crowbar to the floor, instead grabbing the drawer and pulling hard, drawing free from the table. She tugged the drawer under her arm and ran.

The dog was on her heels as she reached the door. She burst through it, trying to shut it in the dog’s face, to no avail. “Oshon’s balls,” she cursed as the dog leapt for her, managing to get the drawer in between them. She pushed the dog away from her and scrambled backwards. It was barking now, loudly. She turned again and continued her mad dash down the hallway. Doors were being opened on each side of her, bleary sleepy faces looking on in shock as she flew past. She paid them no attention. She almost knocked into a large man who had stepped into the hallway, but pushed him aside with the drawer without stopping, hoping he’d prove a bigger obstacle to her pursuer. 

She didn’t turn to check. Her eyes were locked on the window at the end of the hall. She braced the drawer in front of her and leapt.

She hit the rain wet cobblestone street below hard, feeling something splinter. For a moment, she laid there, afraid to move, afraid to feel her body. She knew if she stayed, it would only be a matter of time before she was caught. 

Feeling like she was caught in molasses, she moved her arm, pushing herself off the ground. There was pain, but not as much as she had thought. Both her arms seemed to work, her ribs still appeared to be where they belonged - inside her ribcage. Then she looked down. A laugh bubbled through her throat. Underneath her laid the shattered drawer. She dug in between splintered pieces of wood, pulling out a small leather pouch. She held it up to inspect it, then looked up towards the shattered second story window, where the man now appeared, shouting for the guards. She held the pouch up with a triumphant grin at him, then tugged it into her shirt. With a final thanks to Nymeia or Oschon or whoever had spared her a moment of their attention, she ran.

((I am so behind, but gonna try to catch up!))

[samiesan]

Ljot Wolt (Mateus | Crystal DC)

Basics:

Full Name: Ljot Wolt

Age: Roughly in her mid 20′s

Birthday: 20th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon

Race: Viera, from the Rava clan.

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Marital Status: Single

Appearances:

Hair: Long, dark burgundy colour with white tips, done up in a pony tail. Fluffy bangs that nearly cover her eyes and long, fluffy strands that come down to her shoulders.

Eyes: Hazel/Gold

Height: 6′2

Build: Long, lean and strong. Lithe and nimble with long limbs and fingers.

Distinguishing Marks: Ljot has long, fluffy ears the same colour as her hair with white tips.

Common Accessories: She doesn’t carry much with her. Her bow and arrows, her lute, a pair of chakrams and enough supplies to keep them on their journey.

Personal:

Profession: Traveler, busker, bodyguard to Astrid.

Hobbies: Dancing, playing a variety of instruments, collecting “rabbit-esque” paraphernalia.

Languages: Enough Eorzean to read and understand people, her own native tongue.

Residence: None but the warm soft bed of inns, or the open starlit skies of the road.

Birthplace: Golmore Jungle.

Patron Deity: Oshon, the Wanderer

Fears: Loosing Astrid and Rasmus. Losing control in a aether/mist frenzy and doing harm to her friends. Losing the ability to hear the Green Word and being kicked out her clan.

Relationships:

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Unnamed mother and father

Siblings: None

Other Relatives: While not related by blood, Ljot considers Astrid and  Rasmus her brother and sister.

Pets: None.

Traits:

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

RP Hooks:

Brother’s Keeper - Ljot and Astrid are on a journey to find their best friend Rasmus, a male Viera, that was captured by the Garleans during a skirmish on the boarders of Golmore Jungle. The two are taking quite the risk in leaving the Jungle to find their friend, those that are also from Golmore might recognize the two.

Wood-Warder - Before venturing out of the Jungle, Ljot was in the middle of training to become a Wood Warder. It’s possible you could have either trained beside her or, overseen her training.

Not Born Yesterday - Though this is her first time away from the Jungle and traversing the wider world, Ljot wasn’t born yesterday. Though she is interested in learning about their Eorzen allies, she can smell a scam from a mile away.

OOC:

Despite what the title says, I’m not quite looking for RP quite yet. I just wanted to do these for funsies.

[ashtastica]

I have a question!

Can someone explain to me why Snork is trying to ‘invent’ a flying ship when the Oshon Oxtra existed?? and that was a full on water/land/air amphibian! Like the initial test seemed really bumpy but it was a solid proof of concept that would most certainly get developed and reported on.

 I understand wanting to maybe improve airships since thats how engineering works, but he shouldn’t have to start from scratch. does he just not know? Is he going to read Moominpappa’s memoirs and just want to kill someone? I’d be kinda mad if I knew someone who had connections to something I was super passionate about and they just never even mentioned it.

[lal-ffxiv]

I want to give Luka tattoos. I know for sure Luka was would have Menphina’s symbol. Most likely some place near their heart and Oshon’s symbol at their back. 

But I also want Luka to have magical tattoos. Does anyone have headcanon’s on magical tattoos?

[themusiciansstuff]

MASTERY OF THE BASIC DRUM RUDIMENTS: A QUEST TO BECOMING A PROFICIENT DRUMMER

This article is aimed at reiterating the importance of the fundamental drum rudiments as to how it can help you improve your drumming and also ensure that your abilities are not undermine due to lack of knowledge of this rudiments.

Drum rudiments are basic elements for all drum grooves and fills. This gives explicit insight as to how important the mastery of drum rudiments can change radically or fundamentally your drumming. Drum rudiments are core groundwork of drumming. However, learning the drum rudiments is one of the most disregarded or over-looked drumming principle.

The need to understanding drum rudiments, how to orchestrate them round the drums also the ability to play them across your four limbs cannot be over emphasized. I hear most drummers say I want to be as fast as Dave Weckl, Eric Moore, Thomas Pridgen and the likes this will only be wishful thinking if the drummer has not spent quality time practicing his or her fundamental drum rudiments amongst other drumming techniques to help attain that height of proficiency.

The ability of a drummer to orchestrate different strokes or sticking pattern around the drums is something worthy of note. Let take for example the Single Paradiddle (RLRR-LRLL) this particular rudiment can be played in different forms such as placing accent on different strokes of the paradiddle, playing them as inversions. Also it becomes exciting when you play that rudiment on different sound sources on the drums. Inquisitively a drummer can also play this particular rudiment across his or her four limbs and thereby giving the drummer a more melodic approach and also encourages independence and coordination abilities of the drummer.

For every drummer out there aspiring to be great, the need to learn and master the fundamental drum rudiments, practicing them with the metronome at different tempos and playing them at different note values cannot be over emphasized, as this gives you solid foundation to becoming a proficient and dynamic drummer amongst other drumming techniques that also makes you a great drummer.

Hence, the need to master your drum rudiments on your journey to becoming a proficient, creative and dynamic drummer should not be overlooked.

Thanks

Akhenoba, Davies Oshone

Author

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#prodrumdiogineer