I ventured well outside of Gainesville tonight to attend the Lake Claire Community Land Trust drumming circle in Atlanta. They hold these gatherings on the 1st and 3rd Saturday’s of every month and start at o-dark-thirty. It ends promptly at midnight to respect the community. And it’s the community that has put together and maintains this venue. A really awesome thing if you can get ou there to see it sometime. Many of my older friends remember this from decades ago. Yeah – it’s been there that long and they’ve held drum circles for that long. I’ve only been twice now, but the experiences match. Only last time, there were fire-twirlers to boot. I only brought the dumbek with me this time, though I had most of my drums in the car; I was the only one in my party to attend. I don’t think I’ve ever played faster or more furiously as I did tonight. The crowd of drummers and dancers around a huge bon fire really just pumps you up that way. As you may guess, it’s primarily hippies and new agers that attend the circle, though you might not have guessed that drugs and alcohol are prohibited. Despite that rule, I smelled far too many strange aromas to totally exclude its presence. I’d love to make these more regularly, but it is a hella-drive from Gainesville and back. Especially as I’m only getting ready for bed now and it’s 2:30 in the morning. Bleh. Who needs sleep, right?
Those strange aromas WERE THE HIPPIES!
soap > patchouli
Of course when I’m around, people say they smell bacon….
This has nothing to do with your Blog topic, but needs to be addressed. Do young men who wear their pants at half-mast (you know who you are) not realize that they appear to be an overgrown toddler with a very full diaper when viewed from the rear? I have seen so many accompanying their SO’s today. I have twice had to keep from shouting,” Pull up your pants!” or “Change that diaper!” Next time, I may not be able to restrain myself from pulling them up myself as I sniff loudly just to be sure a change is not needed, just as I do for B. Mother Response–impossible to control.