It’s an ugly yucky day. To cheer myself up I decided to go through my favorites on youtube. Which had me thinking about music – to quote myself:
“We are music. The first sounds we hear are music – the beating of our mother’s heart; of our own. The low notes – we hear them first. Warm, dark, comforting. Rhythm – babies love the rhythm – rock them and they are soothed; swing them gently back and forth; our earliest memories, our first memories, are musical – rhythm and melody. The beat of the heart, the melody of the movement of the fluid we float in…our first memories. We share these memories, tho different rhythms and different melodies, and sing out to each other – hear me, hear my music.
Listen – the world is never silent, nor are we. Clear your mind and then listen – can you hear your song? Can you hear mine?” (Music is Magic)
I once said I didn’t have blood in my veins, I had beat. The drums, they always talked to me.
I love a good Drumline – I’ve seen this movie more times than I count. I love the music and I love the emotion.
For sheer mind-boggling precision and percussion then we need to go to Basel, Switzerland, yes, that’s right, Switzerland. Get a load of The Top Secret Drum Corps. Wowzie, right?
For some wild and wooly drumming let’s pop over to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and Clanadonia. I have the clip starting at 7:07 minutes in – it’s primal!
So – the beat goes on. The beat is. The beat is what we hear first. And it is the beat that will always talk to us – be it either a shout or a whisper.
Dance to your own beat, only your heart knows.