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Drumming [Feb. 7th, 2016|01:10 am]
So, I went again to drumming.

I hung out with friends for a meal and a small drink, before I tottered off.

This time was different. It was a lot easier. People were banging out inpromptu beats before the class started. I was able to see what they were doing and bang along.

Then the head came in, and he showed up some beats and divided the room. It felt easier this time to play along. I mostly kept my beat, and only forgot it about twice, and didn't feel as distressed when I lost it.

Last time I thought I had a different relationship to the beat every so often. This time, it turns out that the group does it. The meaning shifts. The beat went from something easy-going, to something that sounded like an announcement of a hunt, to something that felt like some sort of a race, to something very easy and chilled.

I felt more part of the group's beat this time, rather than trying to find my place in it. It felt like less effort (although I miss the part where I was pouring sweat).

It centred me quite nicely. I definitely wanna return.