by DjembeMoor » Sat Jan 15, 2011 4:57 pm
Greetings everyone...
I am so excited about this website.
I too was called by percussions, in Washington Park in Chicago, Illinois about 10 years ago.
I heard this wonderful, almost breathy, harmonic organ-like sound emanating from a group of about a dozen rhythm-makers playing, congas, djembes, bells, bottles, cans, whistles and human voice.
I didn't hear any percussive sounds, from the distance I only heard pulsating harmonies. It really amazed me, an experienced guitarist, bassist, songwriter, audio engineer who never heard anything like this before.
The closer I got to the group, I began to hear the percussive, ratta-tat-tatting, clanging, etc.
I started hanging out every day and eventually began playing a makeshift clave or bell (a beer bottle and a screw driver).
Occasionally, someone would offer for me to play their conga, bell or djembe and I felt over time like I was apart of a wonderful club, where everybody knows my name. (F.Y.I. I was new in recovery at this point and I realized I was given a gift, a hobby which my Sponsor encouraged me to get because I had no idea how to have fun without using) Sometimes we'd start at 6:00 P.M. (when I got off work) until 5:00 A.M. in the morning watching the sun appear to rise. Wow, talk about spiritual.
What a mix of people too, all walks of life, ethnicity, gender, economic/social status, religious convictions, musical skill-levels, sexual preference, sobriety vs. drug use, on and on and on.
It's awesome, how for whatever duration we were together, we were just one big happy human family, united by this phenomenon of music, and nothing else in the world mattered.
As time progressed, I purchased instruments, paid for lessons from capable teachers, started playing at dance rehearsals, shows, sat with Master Drummers from West Africa and such, then an interesting turn took place...
For the most part, the spiritual Drum Circle environment was no longer a haven of joy, relaxation and creative discovery. It became a battleground for so-called, accomplished drummers to pontificate, ridicule and snarl at those who are exactly where they were just a few years prior!
Scowled faces, babbled profanities, precede rhythms halted much too soon. Excellent drummers, rise and fly like losers from a poker table, as if that was the reason they came in the first place.
You know, to show their disgust for such inferiors who dare to poorly attempt their craft.
Is that arrogance,ingratitude, selective amnesia, hypocrisy or what?
You know what they say about doing the same thing, the same way, expecting different results?
Something has to change... maybe me.
I guess it is what it is.
Keep doing the positive work you're doing.
Peace
DjembeMoor