We got to talking, and I, since we were on the subject of rhythm, got to talking about didjeredoos. She happened to have one in her car, and handed it to me. Not a GREAT one, a piece of teak bored out, not much blow-back, but for a piece of wood mostly bought for decoration, not bad.
We played for a while, not well, since I have to get my rhythm from somewhere else. Then she got up, inviting me to join her and the other drummers, who were going to drum in front of the crowd of 3-400 protestors for a vigil in front of the capital.
Eventually, according to plan, half the drummers went one way, the other half the other, taking the crowd to circle the capital. My "flank" was lead by a woman with a drum like an oversized bodhran, and myself.
And that's how I got to help lead a protest march at the state capital yesterday :)
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PS: Marching and Didjing is a good way to pass out. I didn't, but it was a near thing.
