I don't know yet if this is to mean anything.
For a while now, I've been wanting to find/learn/contact a local drumming circle, or something like that. Someplace I can learn about the doumbek. No success, so far. Seems to be a lot of local drummers and a few groups, but ... it's kind of like the saying "When the student is ready, the teacher appears. . ."
I don't want a one on one experience, but neither am I quite ready for a group thing, or maybe I am, just not a large group thing, since I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know the subtle stuff about who comes in where and why and how, etc. And I also have this quirk that I'm a loner, but want to connect, yet when I do, it often ends up not what I was looking for. Too much authority, or would be petty tyrants, or just, simply, not a good match for me.
Meanwhile, for a few years now I've had my lovely blue ceramic doumbek sitting on the floor near a small table. Next to the table is a chair. One of my cats loves to leap up and sit in that chair. Never a problem. Except that, for the past two nights, we've been awakened by a loud crash, and find that my drum had been knocked over by the cat. Fortunately, the drum didn't crack or break.
Before all this, a few nights ago, I had been thinking very heavily about my drum, that I should pick it up and just play. Even if I don''t know what I'm doing. And also thinking about my drum, and how I would take my drum with me in our new life, no matter how impractical that might be. (more on that to come, I don't want to say anything yet about that...)
Today at work, the school play, which I didn't know about until the last minute, was "The Drum." Theme was: sharing and gratitude, two intents I've been concentrating on these past weeks.
And for your pleasure, Raquy, an incredible woman doumbek drummer, who has played internationally; you can find several clips of her playing in a variety of venues, including her band Raquy and the Cavemen. I can't get enough of her; she's simply amazing.
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