Saturday was our Harvest Supper at church. It was a fund-raiser for the youth of the parish who are going out to South Africa in the Summer for a couple of weeks to work in a township, and "see how the other half lives".
|Djembe from Mali|
After supper, some people gravitated to the church and we started. I was slightly at a loss: I TEACH djembe, and this was NOT a lesson! I showed people the way to play the drums, and demonstrated a couple of rhythms, and wondered where this was all going to go.
The drummers were a mixture of children, people who were used to playing instruments, and people who were NOT used to playing instruments. To my delight, the drumming settled into a real "groove" - everyone playing along, maybe using the rhythms that I had taught, maybe experimenting with their own ideas, maybe switching from one thing to another.
It was such a lovely, companiable, group, family, community, togetherness feeling. Like a ceildh, but less hectic. We were all watching each other, smiling, encouraging each other.
What's that word - "chillax"? Nah, that word is too hectic for what we were experiencing together. Just cool, man. Really cool. I could have kept going all night - just like they do in Africa.
Here's a "youtube" that I found of a djembe group in London:
and here is a beautiful video of what it is all about; whoah, they work hard in Africa.