I am continuing to fool around with quick watercolor renderings.
This week’s photo challenge at the Daily Post asks: “Sometimes, we get caught up in nostalgia, future fantasy, or both, and we don’t embrace the “now.” For this week’s challenge, take a moment to notice your present, and share a photo of it.
Well, this is the “now” of my Christmas Eve afternoon:
I am not the least bit musically inclined. So it’s hard to explain why I had this darbuka drum for so many years. (Truth be told it had something to do with my brief experimentation with bellydancing– but that is the story for another day).
I have been using this drum for the last decade as a decoration in my home and occasionally as a place to park cups of coffee.
A few weeks ago a musician friend of mine invited me to bring the drum to an informal gathering of friends in a garage. My playing with them was a bit tentative since I have never had a real lesson by a proper darbuka instructor, but I muddled my way through with the guitarists, relying on my intuition rather than skill to find the appropriate rhythms for each song.
My playing must have been acceptable because I was asked to bring my drum to a Christmas party last night. We sang about a dozen Christmas carols where, for most of them, I provided the percussion.
I had a lot of fun– so much so that I am thinking about finding a way to be properly trained to play this drum.
I would never have thought that music would ever be a creative expression for me.