There's a thread in another forum about learning to play in odd meters that reminded me of a story...
Seems this polka drummer got a call to play a jazz gig. He protested, saying he didn't know the music, the beats... the leader said nonsense, I've heard you play; you've got great chops. You'll pick it up right away.
So he took the gig, and at after the first set, the leader came over to tell him he was doing just fine. The drummer responded, Yeah, I think I got a handle on it- except for those odd-numbered meters. I just can't wrap my head around that 5/4 time.
Oh, said the leader, that's easy- and he sang:
"Life is just a f---ing bowl of cherries..."
Seems this polka drummer got a call to play a jazz gig. He protested, saying he didn't know the music, the beats... the leader said nonsense, I've heard you play; you've got great chops. You'll pick it up right away.
So he took the gig, and at after the first set, the leader came over to tell him he was doing just fine. The drummer responded, Yeah, I think I got a handle on it- except for those odd-numbered meters. I just can't wrap my head around that 5/4 time.
Oh, said the leader, that's easy- and he sang:
"Life is just a f---ing bowl of cherries..."