Much like it is in the case with kicks, snares are a real son of a bitch. I resent making them. I’m sure you do too. Let’s suffer together. I’ll figure something out, I only know this cause I have before, though each time is always a uniquely special blend of trial, error, and endless pain—but when it works out, your boy here can manage to make a snare slap your lil tiddies around once in a while.