I started lessons when I was 10 years old in 1976 with a hippie dude I thought was going to be cool, but he was a total hard ass. The only book we used was modern reading text. He insisted I count everything out loud, playing alternating strokes with my hands while both feet playing in unison quarter notes with the metro on at 40 bpm. I had a notebook in which he would write out further exercises and rudiments. He Insisted I did not look at other books and try to get ahead with the rudiments because he said there was a certain order that we had to go through and we couldn’t move on until he said I was ready and I would only hurt myself trying to get ahead . Oh, how life was so different before the Internet! He said all the drum set books were corny, and the only way to learn the drum set was to listen and imitate what was on the albums and play with other people. We only worked on a drum pad, but he did turn me onto all the great jazz, rock and funk and Latin drummers too. Lucky there was a pretty good library where I grew up, otherwise there would be no way to listen that stuff back then.
He was super strict about grip, posture, wrist and arm motions, and made damn sure I counted out loud and understood rhythmic notation. No fun instant gratification stuff at all back then! LOL