i did not attend the drum circle, and i regret it, but in my defense i had possibly one of the most rewarding statistic classes ever. really, we learned about stuff like population mean, and standard deviation.
but enough about the wonders of stat..
a few weeks later there was an impromptu drum circle in my house. i had just finished my final concert with the cnu world music ensemble and some of my friends in the group came over.
i got behind my drums and my friend started playing the bass. we jammed for about 20 minutes and then i looked up and realized that two of the people who had just been watching us had gotten drums from their car and were accompanying us, so i played more softly to give them more voice. the four of us started playing together with increasing passion and intensity.
then other people started joining in with whatever they could find to make a percussive noise. my friend was hitting a glass on a metal railing (she broke it eventually, after i told her not to break it) someone else was hitting the rail with drum sticks, someone else was just smacking the wall. pretty soon there were so many people all contributing to the rhythm. at one point we got lost in this looping rhythm that just kept going on, with no beginning or end, and i remember feeling intimately connected with the people that were a part of it. at one point this girl and i made eye contact because we were both playing on the same beat we connected through the rhythm. before that night, i barely new her.
it was an awesome experience.
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