I love to drum - on my djembe, doumbek, my exercise-ball desk seat . . . And in our drum circle, spontaneously improvising as we weave our rhythm thoughts together. Not to mention the big smiles when we end with a flourish.
Before the advent of much of the above, a thought, an instrument in fact, emerged. It was called a drum but it plays a tune too. I know I can play it. I knew it five years ago when I listened to and watched one of the first videos of someone playing the hang, as it's now called. Anyone know of an old hang that needs a home?