The Sound of Music

Aahh usually tis such a sweet thing to hear...
But picture a darkened bar, a circle of Djembe, expectant drummers, a didjeridoo, and then 2 beginners; one of whom can't keep rhythm (ahem) and the other who has no problems at all. A very patient teacher and even more patient advanced students. This was the introduction to African drum bashing that started our evening of frivolity. And yes bashing is exactly what happened. Oh there was laughter (yours truely collapsing numerous times into fits of it due to lack of rhythm), there was fun, and an interesting amalgamation of African and Aboriginal music; the didjeridoo being played well by other more musically inclined members of the group whilst we (I) bashed away at the drum and the others played theirs. 2 hours, 2 sore hands, 2 beers and 2 newly acquired blisters later, we dragged our sensei along to another bar and plied him with alcohol. Of course we were no slouches in this area either and again were the last to leave a particular public house, the proprietor of which knows us almost intimately due to the drunken pidgin-Japanese that he hears each time we patron his establishment. Said gentleman speaks bugger all English but keeps us entertained with fantastic music of all genres and a winning smile that never fades through the evening (despite the drunken gaijin).
A delightful evening beginning and ending with music.
The hills are alive...