People, it is mayhem around here. MAYHEM. And I love it.
See, whilst in the big city in New York, I've either been some sort of recluse, or maybe I've just been overburdened and running around, but there didn't seem to be enough time to actually LIVE within my life. Ill fitting in my own skin, jangled with worry, I felt like a stranger in my own life.
Here, there is enough time for hard work, AND hard play, and on a daily basis, there are activities, curiosities, and friends everywhere.
After a long day of water maiden duties yesterday, the boss-friend took me to a drum circle. Now, this sort of frivolity was not new to me. I dare say, I have a drum, tucked neatly into a dark and musty box in a New York garage. I was sad realizing this, as we journeyed our way to downtown Harrisburg to catch this festivity.
I must say, this place is a strange bird: muted and conservative on the outside, she's eclectic once you scratch the surface. My Tribe Of Weird is amongst the well suited folks here in PA, just as loud and colorful as you please.
The drum circle was no different. It was refreshing to note the many types and ages of folks who came with their instruments, to herald the sunset on the street at the edge of the river:
People brought their cute pups....
And more cute pups...framed under cool street art!
...And dogs who wanted to get in on all the action!
There were little drummers!
All the way up to older drummers...
Rock on, musicians!
Including little hoopers!
And what's this? Be still my heart--a fiddle player (and barefooted, to boot)! He, along with some brave and brilliant others, brought their NON-drums, and showcased their musicality by playing within the heady rhythms instigated by the lead drummers. This fellow managed to find an old Southern tune amidst the heavy African Congas and Djembes, and had it blend in seamlessly!
Of course, at the end, I went up to him and asked if he taught. The poor young man was flush, and too humble--he said he didn't teach, but I knew he was too good a fiddler. Meanwhile, I tried bargaining--after all, there was a shiny red instrument tucked away at my house, with no other occupation than gathering dust.
He gamely took my card, and said he'd think about it. I smiled. It was all I could do. For a long time, I had been waiting for magic to happen, and here was a chance to learn not only fiddle, but DRUMMING, as this group met twice a month.
As the sun set, I thought about all of the other game possibilities. If a girl could grow a garden, get an entirely new job, and score free furniture in just the space of two months, what else was out there?