Ma. I know that rhythm. I want to play it.
Bean: Gosh, Bugs, I don’t know. You know what a pain in the patooty it is to replace drum-heads. Remember the little drum I let you play a while back?
That was then. This is now. Trust me.
Bean: Well – easy, OK?
I sense the groove. It moves me.
WHOOP!! We rock!!
I’m so into this!
Oh. Uh-oh.
It is a real pisser to re-string this thing. I need a break.
Note to Concerned Readers: The drum had already broken. In case you were wondering about Bean’s sanity, in trusting an instrument like this to Mr. MoJo.
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Anita loves cats. This must be because she, too, has had nine lives. She’s been dancing since she could walk, she was a commercial artist and advertising producer, she earned a third-degree black belt in Aikido, she is a drummer with the Afrique Aya Dance Company, she is an attorney, and she’s a meditator and a devoted student of Nonviolent Communication. She also spent one lifetime sidelined with a devastating back injury in 1992. Since then – FELDENKRAIS METHOD® to the rescue. The FELDENKRAIS METHOD is all about dreaming concretely – thinking intelligently and independently by way of a gracious and kind physicality. The work affords all who study it a process by which to reach, with movement, into the mind and the heart, to make nine lives into one whole being.
What a cutie!!
Isn’t it so. One can forgive him almost anything. Almost.
The obvious instrument for a cat is a steel string guitar. They have picks on every finger and toe after all.
What a great idea. Can’t you just hear it?
We were not doubting the Bean’s sanity. We KNOW where that is…gone!
heh heh.
Long gone. A long, long time ago.
Whew! I was sure, at first, that Bugs had caused that tear.
What I was going for. [Note to self: Get back to Melanie’s blog. It’s full of good stuff but Bugs is tapping my foot at the moment and we all know what that means.]
I was thinking that you were being very calm about the destroyed drum (much calmer that I would have been) – taking photos during and after the event, instead of swooping in and rescuing what was left – then I saw your note at the end. 🙂
For sure. But that calm is something to aspire to. I remember seeing a drum-head break in class once and the African just stop what he was doing and then just start taking the drum apart to repair it — without turning a hair. I couldn’t believe it! But this is just in the nature of these low-tech, natural-fibre, beautifully conceived instruments. They break; they are repaired. So it goes. Time, labor? all fall before Nature. I wish I could be that philosophical. Now I don’t actually act out when a drum-head breaks, so that’s some progress at least — but oh my. Hard to stay calm!
Ohh — you had me fooled! I was all, kitteh’s gonna be in big trouble …but we never stay mad at them for long do we? I had an Ashiko African drum that I just loved even though I never really did learn how to play it properly.
Heh heh. Well — the one who’s always in trouble seems to be me, not him. He can do no wrong. Why is that? Am I just a sucker for his good looks? I should think so. Those drums — they are easy to love too. To play? Quite another story. The Africans make it look so easy. With a teacher like the one I have the incredible good fortune to study with, though, well, he’s inspired me to stick with it so far — as long as the hands hold out.
Anybody interested, check out http://afriqueaya.org
I suggest a new drum head of a sturdier material. Maybe steel?
Excellent idea. I’ve been thinking concrete — but steel has definite possibilities and I would not have thought of it. A tail-wrap to you.