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Drums... Drums in the Deep.
May. 23rd, 2003 11:33 pmTaikos rule. Just needed to say that.
I love the sounds, the deep, rumbling *doom* of the big drums, the high, sharp *pang* of the smaller ones; I love the movements of the drummers, the way they swing the drumsticks, their jumps and swirls, the way they sink down after a series of hard beats; I love the rhythm. I listen and listen, more or less calm outside, overwhelmed inside, and when the whirling of the drumsticks and the rhythm and the shouting get faster and more intense, my heart misses a beat and then beats along in the same rhythm as the drums, and blood is rushing in my ears and prickling all over my body, and I feel flooded with energy ancient and young at once. And after they are gone, there still is some faint echo in my mind and body, some echo of the power, some echo of the rhythm. And I know that I want to some day beat a taiko too, to feel how it feels to bring to life these rhythms, to be their creator, not merely the recipient. Playing the taiko is a fight, certainly, absorbing as much energy as it radiates, but still - or maybe therefore - I want to do it.
*doom... doom... da-doom... pang*
They are coming.
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( Trommeln... Trommeln in der Tiefe. )
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I love the sounds, the deep, rumbling *doom* of the big drums, the high, sharp *pang* of the smaller ones; I love the movements of the drummers, the way they swing the drumsticks, their jumps and swirls, the way they sink down after a series of hard beats; I love the rhythm. I listen and listen, more or less calm outside, overwhelmed inside, and when the whirling of the drumsticks and the rhythm and the shouting get faster and more intense, my heart misses a beat and then beats along in the same rhythm as the drums, and blood is rushing in my ears and prickling all over my body, and I feel flooded with energy ancient and young at once. And after they are gone, there still is some faint echo in my mind and body, some echo of the power, some echo of the rhythm. And I know that I want to some day beat a taiko too, to feel how it feels to bring to life these rhythms, to be their creator, not merely the recipient. Playing the taiko is a fight, certainly, absorbing as much energy as it radiates, but still - or maybe therefore - I want to do it.
*doom... doom... da-doom... pang*
They are coming.
- - -
( Trommeln... Trommeln in der Tiefe. )
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