April 24th, 2012

A penguinesque post mortem

It's been a few days since the upstart Philadelphia Flyers embarrassed the Pittsburgh penguins by bouncing them out of the first round of the Stanley cup playoffs and while most are likely either bemoaning the temperature of the angst ridden waters that accompany the bitter taste of humiliation and failure, or are beaming with pride. There are few scenarios that can rival the vicarious emotional roller coaster of watching a favourite team pitted against a hated rival that truly deserves it's loathing.

There was ample criticism of both clubs as the post season approached as most rubbed their hands with glee as it became obvious that the Pittsburgh Penguins would face their state rivals; The notorious Philadelphia flyers. Two storied frachises with a long history both shared, fought over, gloated over, and verbally sparred over, would once again be granted the chance to have at it best of seven style.

The Penguins owner was a superstar who retired once after losing a playoff series to the flyers. SuperMario as he was known as possibly the greatest stickhandler ever begrudgingly passed the torch to Eric Lindros advising him to stay out of the box.
Lindros himself was a superstar with his own episodes of succes and failure, knew more than a little about hype and expectations as he faced as much as the Penguins modern era superstar Sydney Crosby does now.

The media annointed Lindros the next greatest thing before he was ready much the way they have programmed the public into believing that Sydney is greatest hockey player around. Could anyone possibly measure up to the absurd hype the media adamlantly insisted these players were worthy of?

 Eric came close, he won the MVP but no cup and therefore little glory. Sydney has his cup rings but in earning them at such a young age the expectations due to some frothing at the mouth television announcers have crossed over into the obscene. They have falsely painted Crosby as the best player in the league, many suggesting he is the best to ever play the game.

Better than Mario, better than Gretzky, Howe, Orr, and all of those that came before. Those that played when defensemen among others were ALLOWED to concuss players regularly. Those players frequently still outscored any modern day players. Gretzky's 92 goals and Mario's 86 have to be witnessed to be believed. The media however is counting on the fact that many young viewers will not have seen much of these players and accept it at face value when told Crosby can walk through walls and leap tall buildings.

None of this is to bash Sydney Crosby, he is a very good hockey player, but he has been as oversold as Eric Lindros was and at least Eric fought his own battles consistently and perhaps sometimes gleefully. The truth is neither of these two are deserving of the turncoat mentatlity of the media when they didn't measure up to the manufactured expectatiions thrust upon them.

Crosby in particular has been held to standards he can never possibly meet. No matter what he does it will never be enough. He scored eight points in six playoff games, which is a fine result for anyone, and people asked if he was healthy even after his coach asserted he played better in the playoffs than during the season. This kind of irrational excuse making is a direct result of the media trying to deify a hockey player.

Like deciples praising the miracles of a prophet the media has tried to inspire the belief Crosby has magic like powers to overwhelm all opponents. I've got news folks, it's a real game, played with real competitive professionals and no one can win all the time. 

More like rats deserting a sinking ship because Crosby's team got schooled by the flyers, rather than admit they were wrong, rather than give any credit to the Flyers,  they will instead point to the exceptional sereis by Claude Giroux and his 14 points in six games, and claim that HE is the new Crosby and for the love of hockey let's hope he says "No I'm not".
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Drumming Journal -day whatever

 When I began this I had something of a flukeartist's knack for doing "fills" the part the drummer plays between notes or when there are gaps that need drumming up.  I had no sense of pace or counting or meter but I could nail down some pretty impressive fills. Some I'd heard other drummers paly and some of my own, but more and more as I learn about half notes and sixteenth notes playing all of those in between parts I knew nothing of, I feel like a moment of showing off on a fill will break my concetration and my rhythm and find myself cheating on the fills, either shortening them to get back to the beat, or playing less complicated fills that won't tire me as quickly. Both of these practices are terrible habits to develop and I MUST correct this strong urge early on, or I am convinced it'll come back and leave a bite so deep It'll ruin  everything I am trying to accomplish. More discipline is on order!
      I must also quit setting myself up for failure by constatnly trying to learn the hardest examples in music first. True, the simple stuff bores me quickly, but the repititious material is necessary as are the mind numbingly rudimentary exercises that lead to the more difficult ones. I've never liked senseless repetition in anything and in drumming there's oodles of it. 
 The pleasure in music; I was convinced that drumming along with my favourite music would make me enjoy it even more than before. This is an unlikely view as I am already a complete and unapologetic audiophile. 
 The result has been two-fold, as some numbers have been a thrill to ride along with and others have represented a sense of being unable to compete, and a source of almost headache inducing difficulty. I know I should start with easier material but I just get the same satisfaction or even anyhting resembling a sense of accomplishment from playing "Simple Simon" material.  

 I am struggling with the walk before I can run ideology. Man I just want to run all the way to the point where Jeff Beck is calling me to jam with me. Long way to go!
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