WHAT IS A "DRUM CIRCLE"?

This may sound like a dumb-ass question coming from an old fuck who trod Haight Street in 1967, but we never had a "drum circle" back then. At least, I never attended one-- I was too busy fucking and getting ripped.

It sounds to me as if a bunch of people get ripped, or not, and sit around a fire and beat on drums.

Africans do that, too, and for further sport, kill and eat each other, mutilate women, torture children,and generally spread AIDS.

Is a drum circle a way to connect with the Horror Continent, where some madmen say civilization once arose?

If "civilization" once arose there---WHAT HAPPENED SINCE!

 

Drum circle is when we used too put the ink pad for stamps on the phone ear piece and waited for the phone to ring "a nasty black ring around your ear" ok i give it a shot at least. "we actually did this at work".

 

Thudly merely grunts, "Grunnnnnnnntttt!"

 

however i envy you becouse im a bit younger than you . plus you were in Cali .

 

i said bit as in very little.

 

I repeat the question: WHAT IS A DRUM CIRCLE!

 

its the joy of sitting with a few close strangers,, an makin a neverending eternal racket the likes of wich will keep any an all undesirables away so as to be assured we can get baked in peace an somewhat off rythm harmony..

 

That's pretty much been my experience, it's quite fun.

 

WOW! DUDES! I'm impressed.


Big fun, I'm sure.

Personally, I would rather club fur seals.

 

does one beat their own drum or on the person's drum next to them?

 

please note my above explanation..

 

everyone always shares in a circle ..

 

So, noted, I'm getting drunk agin-- was sober for 6 days-- here it goes again.


WHERE'S THOSE FUTZING SEALS!

 

hey thud right off i prefer sax,drumkit,bass or organ but i see it as people (hippy's)nuk nuk try'ing to communicate in that universal language of music which stems back to tribal drumming over the mountains for communication or getting everybody worked up in the same groove as far as heart rate is concerned -a bonding thing-much like we do now in are western culture with blue,rock,country,jazz whatever ..they just havent tried picking up a guitar yet.
hope this is of some help..mabey try goin out and beatin on a oil drum with a sledge for 1/2 hour (rythmicallly) you'll see what i mean & mabey some neighbour will answer back

 

THUD!! You are so full of it!!
You are such a softie and I'm telling it right now.....you can act all gruff and tumble...but I for one KNOW the truth.
You're a sweetheart....and before any panties get wadded up....Thudly could NEVER hurt a baby seal.
So don't anyone bring their lacey little liberal butt in here and start whinning that he's gonna smack a baby seal upside its cute little head....cause he's just trying to get it going...

We had some hellacious nights around the bonfire at the park. passing the wine, the song and the whatever...strumming guitars, beating on drums or pots or banging 2 sticks together...working into a frenzy...all together ..hearts beating as one. I loved to dance in the moonlight, in my loincloth, twirling and holding on to each other and laughing.

 

I'm too much of a loner for that-- I was never into group anything. Unless it's sleeping with all my cats on a cold night.


Try telling my ex-wife, Teepi, that I'm a "softie" and a "sweetheart". I'm afraid she would think you had gone bonkers-- she thinks I'm the devil incarnate.

 

Some people can't see beyond the bullshit.
Others REFUSE to see beyond it.

Its just a wall....and it serves some well...keeps out the riff-raff.

Usually people with gruff exteriors have a reason for being that way. A filter of sorts.

I did it for years...so I usually can see beyond it all.

 

Teepi, I hate to admit it, but you are right.


I'm just a sweetie, etc.

I CONFESS!

I LOVE MY PUSSYCATS AND ALL MY OLD GIRLFRIENDS (many of whom are dead)!

My cats, unforunately, are alive-- I wish Sandra, JoAnne and Bunny were the same. Alas, they aren't.

(I love you, too, Teepi, the artist.

And, why the hell not!-- Shameless MooCow, Slotheroo, and Angel-poo Godiva.

 

womanizer,catizer.i must of counted 50 cats driving down from big sur one day .Missed every one of them.Did you ever make it there?Seems richard brautigan might of wrote a book about you.Did you ever wake up with them bullfrogs on your mind?.Barret picked up some road kill up in the berkley hills.Said he was gonna skin it.Kept it in the trunk of the car we called home.It stayed there for near 3 weeks,really got stinking.Finally dumped it on baez's property up above palo alto.What a relief.The car still stunk for long after.

 

Ah, yes--Gate. I drove from SF to Portland in 1967-- Route 1, I think-or was it 101? Fuck------I can't remember.The good ole days--so goddamn long ago--almost 40 years ago.


I never expected to live this long; the gift of long life is not without its drawbacks-- most of one's friends die and I'm alone. I have children and grandchildren, but they never shared my wonderful young times in San Francisco or the nights on the road through Oregon, Washington and Idaho when the giant trees that scraped the skies said, "Hy, Burl!:

Ah! The star-spangled, buck-shot sky that closed close to me at nameless truckstops all across the mighty west!

(I wish Teepi or SH or Sloth would have been with me--but they weren't!--WEEP!)

(I didn't even have any pussycats--WEEP! WEEP! SOB!)

They were tough days back then; no shit!