"If the rhythm takes me, I go."
I met a guy named Raasti in the square today.
Raasti builds djembe drums in town and he heard about my experiment through a mutual friend.
My good buddy Mark was also waiting for me and the 3 of us locked a sweet groove for 20 minutes in the square. We went over the 15 minute limit, but it was worth every second.
As we were leaving, Raasti said to me, "If the rhythm takes me, I go."
He summed up the entire experience of my life.
Rhythm moves all of us in a unique way. That is its gift. How we nurture that rhythm is entirely up to us.
When i drive home, I think about what I just played.
Vocal melodies, rhythms and ideas hit me and I want to jump up and down in the car and do back flips. But I can't. So I reach for my tambourine instead.