Two decades ago, my drum teacher Marty told me how jealous he was of my the millennial generation. When he learned music, he repeated his favorite drummers' licks on vinyl records. A sweaty, teenage Marty would wear out second increments of the songs as he struggled to master various rolls, cymbal splashes, and fills.
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A grandpa sense of humor and occasional clever line from an old movie go a long way. Though my mother never openly complained about this, I could see it in her eyes. Everyone has their own sins and impure thoughts they need to overcome. Over the years, it would have felt increasingly burdensome to accommodate practices that seemed to me like superstition. And he likes the idea of us raising our daughter with the values the Mormon church instills on their youth. Is it wrong that I feel guilty?. Log in or sign up in seconds.