A number of months ago (a year and a half to two years to be more precise) one of the music stores at which I teach lessons got a strange African tribal drum called
(drumroll please . . . )
(to be read in your basso profundo, NBA announcer voice)
The UDU!!!!
As you can see its not much more than a jug with two holes in it. In order to play the udu you smack the jug with your hands around, on, or away from the holes. Very simple, but surprisingly thereaputic even cathartic. I instantly knew that someday I wanted one of these but being a poor college student I knew that day was sometime in the future.
Well as one coach said:
"The future is now"
Ladies and Gentleman let me present you to:
My Utar
Anyway in the last 9 days we have had 8 days of rain. TAKE THAT GLOBAL WARMING!!!
5 comments:
get out more, ledge...
I think I have to agree Josh. You have no life whatsoever.
Umm, Matt - who's in Watertown all summer long?
and Jeremy your still in college - so both of you have no idea of what a real life is. Have a nice time in the Watertuckian, Maranatha fundamentalist bubble.
therapeutic
R&U?
Between your utar and Pappy's clarinet, the house has been filled with miserable noise.
About the no life. It's true, I can attest. Not that mine is any better.
Your precious utar looks (and sounds) like it should be locked up in the Cedarlholm library.
If you can't bear to be without it for ten minutes, maybe it would be wise to lock your car door...
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