Music = First love. Dad fucked that up.

Ok firstly tl;dr: I have loved music since toddler days. Dad never validated my attempts, just criticized in a harsh way all my young life.

Ok so this whole epiphany was started with Taylor Swift's song "mean". Im a grown as fully bearded metal man but goddamit if I dont throw down for Tay swizz.
Moving on. I had a core memory flash of the first time I tried to be musical like dad (an amateur musician, with chops). I was 4 and heard him jamming in his studio/office and immediately was like "fuck yeah, this is my shit" [sic].
So in my toddler fashion I grabbed the most drum kit shit I owned (small beach pail and kit), and sat in the open doorway of his studio and attempted to jam along to this new sound that was rock/blues. 7 seconds go by and his opening salvo was enough to sink my ship. "What are you doing?" *judgey tone*. I reply drumming with you. To his reply. "You're just making noise...". Instant devastation, and immedite withdrawal emotionally.

The next attempt, maybe 5 or 6 months later. He let me hold his coveted, custom restored '67 Hagstrom corvair (or corvette cant recall) guitar.
I begin trying to figure out this magical beast by fucking around and am immediately met with. "Maybe in a few years, you can try again". And him taking it away.

Fast forward to age 12. He gets a few drum kit pieces. (Snare, tom and a hihat). I start noodling around with this simple setup one evening while he and mom were out. I didn't hear them come in, while fumbling around in the basement with said "kit". Dad comes down laughing, "The fuck, you trying to do?".

Im genuinely tired at this point, there are 2 more stand out moments but... Im spent dumping my purse out at this point.

Happy Friday?

**Late FP Edit

Sweet Mary Goblin mode, thank you all so much. First time FP and in my 7 years on Imgur, you've never let me down with all your love and support.

Sp errors corrected too.