This happens every Sunday evening one hour before sunset.
Rain or shine.
This clip has a crackle in middle of it. just the recording.
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About Me
- Punch
- email punchnojudy@gmail.com, love being alive, the alterntiative has lousy hours, liberal and don't care if you give me cracked corn.
Enjoying the drum circle photos -- that's my kind of communion, Punch.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely Friday....now I gotta beat it.
Yeah! I saw Joe Morello when he was playing with Brubeck, in concert. At the time, I was still playing the drums. At one point, he was in the middle of a complicated solo and reached up with one hand to push his glasses tighter to his face. He didn't miss a beat. Impressed the hell out of me. Best drummer every...bar none IMO.
ReplyDeleteLove this series of photos, Punch.
Again, love the sky. Looks like it's fixin to come up a frog strangler of a storm.
ReplyDeletei just loved the passion and spunk and color and energy of these past few drum posts; thanks for sharing them !!
ReplyDeleteI was so busy doing
ReplyDeleteI forgot about being.
Thanks all ya'll for your comments.
They lead to other connections.
Sometimes my connections are too dense
an association
of loose
amalgamated thoughts.
To Witt:
Intelli… the drum circle provides a strong sense of communion. I had a great Friday, I had to beat it also.
Jadedj…I saw Brubeck in Jacksonville, Florida ca. 1961 sat on the third row, center. Went with Ronnie Reitz a high school chum.
The Trio; Mr.’s, Brubeck, Morello’ and the monster’ Paul Desmond. When they played ‘Take Five’ I could see the keys that Desmond used, the perspiration on his brow, and the soles of his shoes. Mercy, Mercy, Mercy
…as I look back, I would now call that a ‘life changing’ moment.
I concur with the ‘Best drummer ever…bar none.’
Mr. Charleston…It did, blowing in from the sides. Getting the drumheads wet. Hell, getting my camera wet, I looked like a thief, carrying something off, with my camera tucked under my shirt.
But the Nymphs just keep dancing and the light keep unfolding and I just had to remain for, perhaps one more.
Harlequin…thanks that means a lot. You have an insight that almost seems a gift.
Stop by anytime.