Drums - Blog Posts
Josh❤️ Ronan❤️ Caolan❤️ Zeke❤️ 4 outcasts. 4 best friends. 1 band. When Ronan Dolby and his best friends Zeke McPherson,Josh Flek and new kid Caolan Kennedy decide to start a band to forget their issues, they have no idea what it will lead to. There will be plenty of good times but also plenty of problems to overcome. Find out how an idea for a bit of fun turned into something life changing for not only the boys but a whole new generation of troubled kids who thought they were all alone...
No one asked but, my favorite songs from K-ON! is probably Fuwa Fuwa Time, Don’t Say Lazy!, and Gohan wa Okazu.
More of "kalel, no!" from the other day. (✿0ᴗ≦)
whenever I play the drums I always end up closing my eyes and I don't know why I do this because it's not on purpose and also it messes up my eyesight which is annoying
Trzymaj się!
Przedstawiamy nasz nowy utwór! Dobrego odbioru! Aksyh
Podsumowanie 2023r.
To był ciekawy rok dla Lolity. Nagraliśmy płytę, wydaliśmy cztery single i na chwilę obecną mamy gotowych kilka nowych kompozycji. Zanotowaliśmy na YT ponad 15 tyś. wyświetleń naszych piosenek i usłyszeliśmy wiele pozytywnych słów na temat lolitowej twórczości! Bardzo się z tego cieszymy i jesteśmy mega wdzięczni!
Rok 2023 był dla nas też rokiem zawirowań w składzie. Dziś już wiemy, że w końcu udało nam się zebrać pięciu facetów, którzy kochają rock'n'rolla i nadają na tych samych, pozytywnych falach.
LOLITA to:
Seweryn Partyński - wokal
Dominik Wnęk - perkusja
Łukasz Biziuk - gitary
Piotr Olechowski - klawisze
Darek Filipek - bas
Rok 2024 zaczynamy od ostatnich szlifów materiału w nowym składzie. W lutym planujemy wejść do studia i nagrać chwacki numer o miłości. Mamy też cichą nadzieję, że będzie to rok wyzwań scenicznych! 🎵 🎶
May the Force be with you! Dobrego roku!
Lolita
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The Drums Of Love And Peace
Submission for the World Illustration Awards 2020
The Tubas Made Memes Again, this time at 6:30AM
Sigur Ros | Gobbledigook
Devandra Banhart | Lover
This didn’t show up on Spotify for some reason when trying to find it on the search bar. It is however, on Spotify so you can find it there as well.
Some indie rock for you guys to spice things up a bit Enjoy
Drum kit comparison between Ringo Starr, Charlie Watts and John Bonham. Does size really matter?
☁️🌧☂️☁️🌧☂️☁️🌧
The morning light perfectly illuminated only one of my drums.
Brand new sticks after a hour and a half of practice.
Bass strings
Years pass like trees out a car window. My hands on the steering wheel, your music in my head. The road trip music, the chill rock where the guitar is the lead and the singer takes second. Somehow you find your way into the bass players strings. Low and aggressive, relaxed and gentle. You’re with me as I drive through the mountains
The Drummer - Idea 1
Cleo looks out into her garden in a drunken haze. There, in her own backyard, is a huge empty stadium with a stage. The drums are center stage, and a red spotlight summons a drummer. Cleo watches as this drummer plays with precision. Cleo steps out of her grand house and into her backyard. She steps out onto the stage and the drummer begins to play with ferocity. This drummer plays faster and faster and faster. Every step closer the drummer seems to lose more control. Whipping her head back and forth in a careless manner, hitting the drums with less precision and less passion. When Cleo is in front of this drummer the lights go out. The drums stop. It is completely silent. Footsteps are heard behind Cleo. The careful sound of something wet dripping onto the floor fills the silence. Cleo turns to find herself behind her. Only her face is saged and cheeks sunken, spots litter her cheeks, forehead, and chin. And her hands, oh her hands are raw and blistered. A steady trail of blood is lead down her thumb and onto the cold floor.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
This Cleo is desperate, she falls to her knees.
"Help us" They whisper.
"Please, help us!"
Cleo gets down onto her knees in front of this version of herself. They grip her shoulders and scream in anguish.
"Help us!"
"Please!"
This Cleo starts to convulse, she shakes uncontrollably with saliva dripping out of her mouth, and a white powder paints her upper lip. Cleo begins to cry. Hot wet tears drip out of her eyes and down to her chin and off onto the harsh floor.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Cleo looks up with panic. Only come face to face with the blurry surface of the water. She's under the water. Why is she under the water? Where is she?
Cleo sits up with a gasp. She’s in her own extravagant bathroom.
Completely alone.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"The tub is overflowing," She says to herself as she picks up her scotch glass and sips on it. "Fuck it, I'll deal with it later"
She lights her cigarette.
And that was that.
Her dream forgotten.
The message it held deemed unimportant.
God Save the King of Drums, Cleo Ripps.
Please don't copy my work.