Friday, February 10, 2012
Many years ago my husband and I started attending a drum circle held on the full moon by our friend, Ed Gray. I had to drag him there for the first one. Let's just say he was a bit reluctant.
We both took to it like ducks to water, though, and hardly ever missed a session. When the weather was harsh, we'd be inside which I loved because I felt like I could be "inside" and completely surrounded by the beat. When Mother Nature smiled on us, we'd walk out into Ed's property and sit around the fire pit. Those nights felt magical.
I loved the whole experience so much that I decided I wanted to make my own drum. Naturally, true to my nature, I didn't have the patience to wait for one of Ed's classes to do so. I nagged him until he finally gave in and let me come to the studio and start the process. It was NOT easy. A labor of love; emphasizing the word "labor." Scraped knuckles, blood from poking myself from the humungous needle I had to use and plenty 'o swearing. But when I was done - I had my very own drum.
That's mine on the left, stained with loose tobacco. Peter bought his after he saw what I went through to make mine. You need to see the back of mine too so that you can appreciate how hard I worked putting this thing together. ALL DONE BY HAND. Oh, poor, pitiful me. I always tease him saying "mine is bigger than yours."
The other addition to the drumming were the sticks I had my buddy, Jim Stewart, make for me out of a very hard wood called Purple Heart. They had a distinctive sound when I smacked them together. I got quite excited during those drummings and hit my sticks together so hard that one of them broke. Jim had to make me a second pair out of something else, can't remember now but they were equally as good.
That same excitement went into my drum as well. My sister, Lisa, and my husband used to make me stand outside the circle because I banged on my drum so loudly. Lisa, claimed I was destroying her hearing. Really? Well, maybe she was right. I mean, I worked up a sweat.
Ed moved to the UP several years ago (I still haven't forgiven him) so no more drum circles. I miss them (and him) very, very much.