What made you want to start drumming?

mine was because I wanted to actually prove myself that I could do something and not be a low life suck up!
I came from a musical family, so from the very earliest age I was banging on stuff like so many others. Just seemed to come naturally much more than the piano. No one ever complained about the noise which makes a huge difference.
EDIT: My dad is a fabulous guitarist, my mother a very talented singer, and my stepdad (since 1978) is a formerly professional gigging drummer who taught me basics on the kit which I had access to 24/7 from the age of 9.
 
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To drown out my father's constant violin practice :D

When he wasn't rehearsing/playing with the symphony, he was practicing.

I grew up hearing snippets of different concertos. Hours each day. The same cluster of notes over and over and over. An occassional longer segment containing those notes. Repeat.
 
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I came from a musical family, so from the very earliest age I was banging on stuff like so many others. Just seemed to come naturally much more than the piano. No one ever complained about the noise which makes a huge difference.

same here...my dad started me at age 3 on a drum set, playing along to jazz, Motown, and the early 70's radio rock. By first grade, I knew I was going to be a drummer for a living, and that is exactly what happened. Got into prog rock, and then metal and punk in the early 80's and that sealed the deal. My first gig was in 7th grade with friends of mine at an outdoor festival at my school...first "paying" bar gig was in 9th grade opening for a few older metal bands who also practiced in our neighborhood...also did all of the school band stuff: marching, concert, jazz, and pit orchestra startign in 5th grade

currently 52 now, so have been playing drums for 49 years now technically....
 
My very very first influence was Ringo too, I had my Beatles records and listening to them at 5 years old, maybe even a bit younger.

I wanted to play the drums, not the guitar, not the bass, not the signing, the drums, that was crystal clear.

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My father is still unhappy about this, he thinks a drummer is not a real musician. He wanted to play guitar.. but picked the bass like my grandfather.. instead and today he still trying to convert me to the guitar, it's never going to happen.

On the side of my mom they all play the guitar and my mom is unhappy because I practice Jazz on the drums instead of the music she likes.

My answer to them: They should practice more of their respective instruments. :cool:
 
My very very first influence was Ringo too, I had my Beatles records and listening to them at 5 years old, maybe even a bit younger.

I wanted to play the drums, not the guitar, not the bass, not the signing, the drums, that was crystal clear.

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My father is still unhappy about this, he thinks a drummer is not a real musician. today he still trying to convert me to the guitar, it's never going to happen.



I heard converting from drums to guitar can cause stuttering and other psychological problems, including deeply felt withdrawal symptoms. Resist and prevail.
 
I just knew I wanted to play music. It looked like so much fun watching videos of bands playing on MTV. I tried guitar for a bit, and it didn't come naturally and seemed really difficult. I started playing along to records (on my knees) and realized drums was the thing. Finally, got a kit after saving money working at my dad's machine shop and went nuts on it (sorry mom and dad). The physicality of the instrument was what really hooked me. I was lucky enough to have a friend who was a prodigy on guitar. I'd play my little rock beats while he'd whale away on a Hendrix tune. I still remember what a high those first jams were.
 
The excitement of music itself initially. Growing up as an early teen I remember realizing that music meant more to me than all of my peers although they loved it to but with me it (consumed) my daily thoughts. I wanted to play guitar...i wanted to be the MUSIC..not the beat to it. Eventually I became friends with two guys in particular that just happened to have drumsets. I was transfixed..mesmerized....although holding a guitar spoke louder to me. Well?..my mom eventually got me a drumset and it was Ringo and Buddy Rich from then on. To this day Ritchie Blacmore blows my mind but it was drums instead. Now it's this forum that I can't stay away from because it's 24/7 drums.
 
I fell in love with music through my ears first, via 45's. If you can imagine a 2 YO who poops his diapers....but can play 45 records all afternoon and fall asleep to it...that's me. The drums sounded the most interesting to me. I could never quite put my finger on them. Pitched notes, melodies, harmonies were great and all, but I felt I could really sink my baby teeth into those ambiguous sounding drums.

The first kit I actually saw in person was my cousin's Ringo kit. 1966 or so.

Cue the Angels
 
To drown out my father's constant violin practice :D

When he wasn't rehearsing/playing with the symphony, he was practicing.

I grew up hearing snippets of different concertos. Hours each day. The same cluster of notes over and over and over. An occassional longer segment containing those notes. Repeat.
When I found out that Joe Morello was a brilliant violin soloist, it opened the door for me to start to forgive violinists lol
 
I wanted to play percussion in school band because they required at least 6 months of piano lessons to let you play percussion, and I wanted to be part of that “exclusive” club.

As far as drum set, I got tired of playing drum set gigs and having my feet not be equal to my hands, and not having a deep pocket, so I started practicing for real. Then I realized the value to your brain of an instrument that combines deep groove, precise coordination of all 4 limbs, and the opportunity to sing simultaneously. So I kept practicing for real. And here I am, still practicing for real lol
 
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