I was just thinking back to my misspent youth and when I first started learning rudiments from my then teacher.

When first learning double stroke rolls, rrll rrll etc.  He taught me to think "mama daddy" as I was hitting the parts.

Seven stroke roll was "pepsi cola hits the spot"

and a nine stroke roll was "everybody likes to play the drum"

dopey yes, but that's how I was taught and @$%# if it still isn't permanently embedded in my puny brain.

Just wondering if others were taught with the same or similar method.

Great name for this post - it reminds me of Miss Koch, the old lady that taught our 5th grade band, and who gave me my first drum lessons.

She was a BIG proponent of the mama-daddy school - she had names for everything!

8th notes (in pairs): partners
16th notes (in groups of 4): Mississippi
triplets: Eskimo
6/8 shuffle (quarter followed by 8th): Day by day by....

She'd have us say this stuff out loud while we played, so I have some foggy memories of chanting some pretty weird stuff about Mississippi Eskimos and such!  

Double Drags-

go t'bed, go t'bed, TOM!

cheers, Pops.

Nothing with respect to percussion in particular but I'll always remember:

Every  
Good
Boy
Does
Fine
-
FACE

My music teacher in school taught this to all of her students also. My piano teacher at the time almost croaked when she asked me what a certain note was and I said those words to find it. She wanted you to KNOW the notes and not to memorize sayings. I saw no wrong in it. What do I know?

I was wondering if that was the edited for cafe version!

Yes you certainly did show them Drumbo....there's quite a lot of lawyers and doctors and others out there who would give a LOT to be sitting behind your drums.  When you want to sue or you need medics you go to them.......when they want something good to happen to their soul outside their understanding they come to YOU.

That's okay with me and probably with you also.

Kind regards,
Alan M. Watkins

ah, the early memories.

ok, I have a story to tell ya.  my 7th grade band director, Mr. White, taught me to play drums.  He had a really bad temper, too!  We called him "chrome dome", cuz he was nearly bald... and when he got mad, the top of his head would become bright red... you knew then to look out!

anyway, chrome dome frequently lost his temper during band class.  this was back in the 60's when teachers used "corporal punishment" (spankings).

one day, while CD was on his podium directing, he became irritated at one of the guys in the drum section.  evidently this student was not playing his part correctly.  I knew there was going to be trouble when CD snapped his head towards the drum section, beamed his pirecing eyes at the offending sound, and began making motions with his baton.

when the student failed to immediately correct his mistake, CD absolutely lost it.  he threw his baton across the room, flew off his podium and into his office to fetch his paddle.  he kept a HUGE wooden paddle hanging on the wall for just such occassions.  seems like the da-m thing had holes in it, too.

as he came back to the drum section, we noticed his bright red head and the large paddle.  CD snatched the student by his collar and yanked him over in front of a music stand, bent the guy over, and told him if he can't read the music he'll help him.  so he played the notes at triple-F on his butt.    with excellent wrist action.  i think there were a few 16th notes in there, too.

CD was my favorite teacher.  he taught me alot and I'll always remember him.  

Hmm, looks like you were in 7th grade about the same year I was.  Your 7th grade music director must have gone to the same school of discipline as my 7th grade shop teach and gym teacher (my experience was one of a participant in the punishment, not one of an observer)  

That's for sure!!!