Very, very cool. Love the resonance of the sound waves bouncing off the sheer rock walls. And the hawk was perfect. But I gotta confess, the whole time I watched, I thought, ‘Wonder what it must have taken to get that drum set out in that wilderness and up on that damn rock?’ (Be quiet, monkey mind…)
When I first moved to Chicago I lived right on the lake, near the Chicago/ Evanston border.
Every summer and all summer long, Saturdays and Sundays, a young man came with the same setup as early as 5 am and played the drums till noon, then packed for the day.
Slowly other musicians starting joint him.
For three consecutive summers.
No one ever complained.
I miss that actually.
Love the creative idea and juxtaposition of percussion with nature. The young man reminds me of one of my sons who lives out west. :0) Hawks are pairing up now in my area. Their calls are much like the one in the video. Spring is here when this begins. Happy sigh…
Very, very cool. Love the resonance of the sound waves bouncing off the sheer rock walls. And the hawk was perfect. But I gotta confess, the whole time I watched, I thought, ‘Wonder what it must have taken to get that drum set out in that wilderness and up on that damn rock?’ (Be quiet, monkey mind…)
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Smiling. Love this too. Echos off the rock cliffs. Amazing. My monkey mind asked about the logistics upfront and then fell away (for once)
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A willing, captive audience. Arguably stoic, but somehow my guess is that nature loved the paean to its eager silence..
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Now THAT, THESE words capture it. Beautiful
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An assault on Nature.
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Smiling. Yet, drumming feels so small against the massiveness of it all.
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Don’t mind me. I’m feeling raw and irritated by most everything. If I were that hawk, I’d aim my ass at that guy.
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Laughing!
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a concert for nature.
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When I first moved to Chicago I lived right on the lake, near the Chicago/ Evanston border.
Every summer and all summer long, Saturdays and Sundays, a young man came with the same setup as early as 5 am and played the drums till noon, then packed for the day.
Slowly other musicians starting joint him.
For three consecutive summers.
No one ever complained.
I miss that actually.
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So cool. I can see how you miss it.
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I REALLY miss it.
It was all caribbean beat.
I guess that’s why no one ever complained.
He put us all where we really wanted to be.
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Awwsome!!
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It is! Thanks for sharing.
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Absolutely fascinating! Hard to beat that resonance.
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Found it to be mesmerizing
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Love the creative idea and juxtaposition of percussion with nature. The young man reminds me of one of my sons who lives out west. :0) Hawks are pairing up now in my area. Their calls are much like the one in the video. Spring is here when this begins. Happy sigh…
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Smiling. Yes, happy and content Sigh….
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