My mom suggested “drummers”, so today’s search key is drums.
The first time I went to this type of drum circle was at the same place this photo was taken: the Land Trust in Atlanta, GA. I got taken there by a couple of my friends and they spent the whole time arguing very politely. It was kind of a surreal experience, flipping gears back and forth between this very primal sort of experience and then to a very moden type of argument–not just the way they argued, but the things they were talking about too.
At any rate, it will probably be a long, long time before I forget the experience. It was a blast, as I tend to find most primal things to be, and I want very much to go back at some point.
My favorite part was the fact that we’d gone with some other friends who’d brought drums/shakers, so I had an instrument in my hands all night long. Sometimes I followed the melody-beat, the lighter of the two parts of the music, but other times I dipped down and followed the low, thrumming baseline of the rhythm. It was so much like having sex that it left me with the question: do musicians in bands/orchestras feel the same way? That feeling like you’re part of creating something that is base but that is also beautiful… just the way sex should be.
Which is of course where the story lies.
This was actually on the very first page of the results, a something I took for a good sign :D Continue reading